Page 38 of Last One Standing
“Thank you, Angel.”
“Of course.”
I wanted to run out of that room and stay at the same time.Shit.Was Nick right? Was I replacing one shattered guy with another? Kona and Two were completely different people. I wasn’t sure what my heart and mind were up to, but I suspected it was a setup.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
KONA
The next morningI jolted awake, hissing in pain at the sudden movement. How I could forget that my body was a Picasso of pain was beyond me. Pika was sound asleep beside me. He had his own room attached to the one I was in, but he’d said he wanted to be close to me in case I needed him. I figured he was a little out of sorts after everything and didn’t want to be alone.
The sun was peeking through the closed windows, and I could see shadows fluttering. It was a nice breezy day, and I wondered if I could sit outside.
My full bladder wasn’t waiting anymore. Carefully, I rose from the bed and shuffle-walked to the bathroom. I was feeling marginally better today, and I could actually see out of my eyes. There was still some pressure from swelling, but it was down significantly with the help of the compress and medication Angel had given me.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Pika was sitting up, a smile on his face.
“Morning.”
“You look better.” He hopped out of the bed and sidled next me.
“I don’t need help, Pika. Go use the bathroom.”
He wasn’t gone long. By the time I’d made it to a soft chair by the window, he’d returned. With the press of a button, the curtains opened to reveal a gorgeous view.
“It’s real nice here.” Pika took the other chair.
“It is.”
Pika’s leg bounced and he was biting his lips, a sure sign he wanted to say something.
“Spit it out, little brother.”
“I was just thinking. I’m sure Brick and the others have been back to the clubhouse by now, right?”
The thought had occurred to me. “Probably.”
“No one’s told us.”
I nodded. “Maybe we were sleeping when it all happened. How about you help me get changed, and we head downstairs? Maybe we can find something out.”
“You sure you want to take the stairs? I can just go ask someone.”
I stood slowly and made my way to the dresser I’d seen Pika put my clothes into yesterday. “I’m sure. I was hoping I could go sit outside too.”
“Yeah, okay…” He jumped up and helped me wash up and get dressed.
It took a bit, but we made it to the first floor in time to hear someone shout that breakfast was ready. So, we followed the sounds and the delicious aroma.
No one noticed Pika or me as we entered, so I took a moment to observe. Shep was at the stove beside the man who’d introduced himself as JJ. They were laughing at something one of the two blond men had said. I knew that because JJ was pointing at the one with the sunglasses on his head.
“Sausage…it’s fucking sausage, Noel, not a segue into penis-size conversations. Why does it always end up that dick sizes?—”
“Arise?” I believed Noel was the one with the sunglasses. He waggled his brows after he interrupted Shep.
“Go away, no food for you.”
Noel gasped and darted over to Shep, hugging him around his middle. “But I’ll starve, you love me.”
