Page 41 of King

“Venom, my name is Savannah Clark. I’m the special nurse you hired for Jamison.”

That got my attention.

Turning quickly, I spotted the pretty young woman eyeing her up and down. Dropping my tattoo gun on the counter, I walked over to her. “What’s wrong? Where’s Jamie? Is he okay?”

The woman, not much older than me, looked nervous as she kept looking over her shoulder. “Jamison is fine. He’s playing with his iPad at the moment.”

“He’s here!” I gasped, moving towards my storefront window, spotting a beige sedan parked out front with my cousin sitting in the backseat. “Why is he here? What the hell is going on?”

“I tried calling you, but when I called it said the number was no longer in service.”

“Shit,” I cursed. “You had the shop number in California. Damn it.” Fuck, I was an idiot. I never called or updated my contact information when I settled here. I was so preoccupied with getting the fuck out of California and getting this place squared away, I forgot about Jamie.

“Why is Jamison here and not in Arizona?” I asked, kicking myself for my carelessness. “He can’t be here. Our family knows where I’m at. They’ve been showing up unannounced. It’s not safe for him here.”

“It’s not safe in Arizona either, Venom. Your grandmother showed up demanding Jamison’s immediate release into her care. She had an attorney with her. I barely got him out of there.”

“She was there!”

The woman nodded. “You hired me for two reasons. First and foremost, to protect Jamison. When I saw that bitch, Vernetta Bailey, I got Jamison to safety. I made a few calls after I couldn’t reach you and found you sold the store in California and moved here. Is this place safe for me to bring in Jamison?”

“Yeah,” I muttered as Savannah hurriedly walked out to get my cousin. Standing there in the middle of my shop, I watched as she opened the back door of the sedan and talked to Jamison. Moments later, she stepped back as Jamison stepped out of the car and I gasped. I hadn’t seen Jamie since I found him the facility in Arizona. He was always taller than me, but thin like a rail. The man standing next to Ms. Clark was not the man I remembered.

“What the hell?” I whispered, as Savannah walked next to Jamison as they both entered my shop. Staring in awe at the man standing before me, I asked, “What the hell are you feeding him?”

Savannah grinned, standing next to my cousin. “Your cousin has changed a bit since you last saw him. Jamison, would you like to say hello to your cousin?”

“Hello Avie.”

I gasped. “He talked!”

“He does a hell of a lot more than that,” Savannah chuckled.

“The doctors told me he was non-functioning. That he never would. I mean, I didn’t want to believe them, but I never thought. Oh wow. Hello Jamie. I missed you.”

My cousin smirked as four motorcycles pulled in front of the shop. Jamison’s eyes got wide, and he smiled beautifully as he turned. “1968 Harley Davidson Low Rider.”

“He also loves motorcycles,” Savannah informed, as the door opened as King stormed in with Pyro, Priest and Scribe hot on his heels.

What the fuck did he want now?

“Cupcake, we gotta talk,” King announced, as he made a beeline for me. I waved him off. “Not now King.”

Stepping around him, I asked Savannah, “I want to know everything about him and I’m happy he’s here, but why did you bring him here?”

“Avie, can we ride?” Jamison asked as he stood looking out the window at the bikes. Shocked, I walked over to him and looked at the four bikes lined up nicely.

“Those bikes aren’t mine, Jamie.”

“You want to ride Jamison?” King asked from behind me, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at my cousin. I noticed that Pyro and Priest were talking with Savannah quietly.

Jamison turned and nodded. “Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide.”

“The Dyna Glide is my bike, Jamie,” Scribe said, walking over to Jamison. “If it’s okay with your cousin, I will take you for a ride.”

“Avie?”

Shaking my head, I looked from Scribe to King. “It’s not safe. He can’t.”

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