Page 11 of Flint

“I’ll make sure to alert the guys that you approve of the name and crest.”

She rolls her eyes, which gives me a moment to smile before she can see how she affects me. Amusing, that’s what she is to me, and that ain’t necessarily a good thing. Trust isn’t something I take lightly, and till I can get her fully checked out, or till General comes back with the blood results, I ain’t letting my guard down.

“So, why are you all trying to keep me awake?” she asks.

“We don’t like to share our meds with outsiders.”

“Funny, but not true. You wouldn’t have patched me up if that was the case.”

Damn, she’s smart and observant as hell. Checking boxes off I had no idea I had.

“We don’t know what to do with you yet,” I tell her.

“You mean you don’t know if I’m telling the truth and aren’t sure if you need to kill me yet.”

I shrug. She ain’t wrong.

“Brains can be tricky. Head injuries usually have to be monitored for a while. If we give you something to sleep, who knows if or when you’d wake up. Keeping you awake gives us a better chance to know who and what you are. Someone who’s after the club? You could slip up, and we got ya. Just a dumb girl who fell down the side of the hill while running? Well, you might be hurt, but at least no one in the club loses sleep over it.”

“How chivalrous you all are.” She starts to get off the table, and without thinking, I lift her and put her on her feet. Her hips are narrow, and my fingers flex on them.

“Um, thanks.”

Now I’m smiling, and fully in her face. “You blushing on me, Kitten?”

Her eyes narrow, and I just smile more. “Seriously? That’s the name we’re going with now?”

I nod and keep my grin on.

“Fucking fantastic. Where to now, jackass?”

“Going to drop you off at your place.”

“That mean I’m free to go?”

“Means the club is letting you off with a warning. We’ll keep tabs on you, watch and see. You fuck up and we fuck you up. Got it?”

“Crystal clear. Let’s blow this joint.” She takes the lead but pauses when she gets to the door. “Um, which way?”

I chuckle as I point to the left. We’ve been in General’s clinic for hours. Her ankle is sprained, but it’s wrapped and even got a boot on it to keep it stable. The trek to the main room is slow, but I don’t rush it. Girl’s got stitches in her head, a Frankenstein boot for a leg, and a sling for her shoulder. She’s been through hell and, other than complaining about a headache, didn’t put up much of a fuss. She’s earned a bit of respect. Not much but some. The fact that Casper found nothing on her in the system is why we’re letting her go. Her story checks out from what we can see. We’ll still keep eyes on her, but for the most part, she isn’t our problem.

She hisses. “Fuck, someone turn off the lights.”

“That’s the sun. Pretty sure if it was out, we’d all be dead.”

“Oh, so not only are you the jackass of the group, but now you’re Captain Obvious?”

I snort. “How is it that you can reference Captain Obvious but have no clue what your favorite color is?”

“Special, I guess.”

I grunt in response as I look out at the yard. Most of the brothers who stayed at the clubhouse are milling about. It’s early for a Saturday, but shit’s got to get done, and the shop’s going to open soon. I spy the man I’m looking for talking to the VP and his old lady.

“Yo, Chains. Give me the keys to your old lady’s ride,” I say.

“Why the fuck would I do that? I just bought her this last week,” he protests, but at least the man’s walking my way and away from a certain couple that probably wants little to do with me.

“’Cause I need a cage that will fit this walking disaster without worrying if she’ll fall off.”

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