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He hands it to me, and I mentally brace myself for what I’m going to read.
Poker-
Why isn’t anyone taking me seriously? I’ve sent warnings and threats, but you’re both still too stupid to listen. I hope this is the wake up call you need and that your injuries aren’t too bad.
-R
“This one’s addressed to me,” I say unnecessarily.
“And that’s what freaked Meri out. “Seems she’s okay when she’s the target, but put you in the line of fire, and she draws the line.”
“Fuck!” I yell. “Who is doing this?”
“I don’t know, man, but they’re escalating. Running you both off the road? That’s a declaration of war.”
“How the hell can we fight a war when we don’t even know who we’re fighting against?” I ask, dejected.
He’s silent, knowing my question is rhetorical.
“I need to talk to Meri,” I spit out and try to sit up again.
Again, Crow pushes me to my back. “You can go to her when Jackyl clears you medically. That’s not up for debate.”
“I can’t leave her alone, unprotected.”
“Do you really think I’d do that? Shit, I’ve got two men at the front of her house and two in the back. She’s safe.”
“What about when she goes to Ballinger’s?”
“She’s taking some time off,” he tells me. “That was the only way I’d let her walk out of the clubhouse.”
“That’s something, I guess,” I mutter.
“Look, I’ve got shit to do, but I’ll be back later to check on you.” He starts for the door. “And Poker?”
“Yeah, Pres?”
“I’ve got Jackyl and Jimmy posted at your door, so don’t even think about trying to take off.”
With that, he’s gone.
Shit, shit, shit. I need to get out of here. I need to get to Meri.
Now that I’m awake, surely Jackyl will clear me.
Right?
Wrong.
It’s another two days before I’m able to leave the clubhouse.
CHAPTER24
MERI
He’s the best damn Tootsie Pop ever made.
It’s beenfour days since I walked out of the Soulless Kings clubhouse. Four days that I’ve been alone, in pain both physically and emotionally, marinating in my own misery.
