When we park at Souls, I get off my bike and go to check on the others. Riley’s nose is bleeding, while Porter has blood dripping from his lip. Finn and Alex aren’t bleeding, but Alex is holding his ribs as we walk inside.
“What the fuck?” Brooks roars when we all get inside. The place is busy, and we attract a lot of stares and whispers. “Get to the back,” he hisses.
“You need stitches,” Zane says, slapping my back.
“No shit,” I dryly comment.
When we get around the table, I can feel the anger pouring off of Brooks. No one sits down and he slams his fits down on the long wooden table. “We’re trying to keep the fucking peace and I walk out to find everyone bleeding.” He turns his attention to me, his hands fisted on the table, as the muscle in his jaw ticks. “What the fuck where you thinking with Damon? He’s a loose fucking canon!”
“He tried to shoot Riley, I was trying to contain the situation,” I growl.
Brooks whips his head to Riley, who is now shirtless as he presses it against his nose. “Why the fuck did he take a shot at you?”
“Those assholes are psycho! I made a small comment and mayhem ensued. I think my nose is broken,” he yells, muffled from the shirt in front of his mouth.
Brooks takes a deep breath, running his head through his dark hair that is showing his age around the edges. “Someone tell me exactly what the fuck happened so you can all go get your fucking injuries taken care of and stop bleeding all over my goddamn table!”
“One of the young kids started coming at us and I called him a baby boy. He said he’d skull fuck my daughter and called me grandpa, so I had to shoot him. No fucking respect.” Riley looks around, regret in his eyes. “Damon took a shot at me and it just blew up from there. I’m sorry guys,” he says.
“Fucking Christ,” Enzo growls.
“You better fucking
hope this deal goes through or we’re all gonna pay for your recklessness,” Zane hisses.
My body is aching, and I copy Riley and pull my shirt off to wipe the blood from my eye, keeping pressure on the wound. I nod my head at Brooks. “What happened with Hawk and Bane?”
“They like the idea, a lot. We need to get moving because if we can’t make it happen, they are gonna fight to the death for the Vegas Kings spot.”
“Now what?” Porter asks.
“Now these assholes get to the hospital and we get connection names from Harper. This deal has to go through,” Brooks says, hitting the table again. “Go get stitched up. We’ll all be in touch.”
Zane grabs my arm as we walk out. “I’ll have Harper bring the car, I’ll take you guys to the hospital.”
I’m not gonna argue. I just light a cigarette and hope that this is the beginning of the end because Damon wants my blood and he’s crazy enough to take it all.
Chapter 4
Ivy
My phone rings again and I silence it. Mia has been calling and texting all weekend, but I don’t feel like talking to her. She wants to talk about what happened and I’m trying to forget it. I’ve been in bed all weekend still feeling like shit. I can’t keep anything down and I’m sure I must be dying. There’s no way I’m pregnant, I’m just sick. I close my eyes as tears sting them and blow out a breath. Please say I’m just sick.
I know for sure that Kace used a condom, so I don’t know how I could be pregnant. I haven’t been with anyone since him, so if I was it’s definitely his and that scares the shit out of me. I shake my head, clearing those crazy thoughts. Mia got in my head. I’m not pregnant.
My phone rings again and I moan. “What?” I answer without looking.
“Fuck, Ivy. I have no idea where you live, and you could’ve been dead for all I knew. You can’t ignore my calls like that after saying you could be pregnant,” Mia yells.
Guilt wraps around me as I blink back more tears. “I’m sorry. I just haven’t felt like talking.”
“I need your address right now,” she shouts.
I don’t feel like entertaining, but I’ve made her worry, so I give it without an argument. She tells me she will be here in a half hour, so I pull myself out of bed. I go into the bathroom and set the shower while I undress. I’ve been in the same black tank top and white night shorts for almost three days now. I just don’t even have the energy to shower, so I do it as quickly as I can. I feel like I got hit by a train. I’m exhausted and as good as the warm water feels, I need to sit down. I climb out of the shower, get dressed in pink sweatpants and a white loose-fitting tank top. I brush my hair and pull it up into a wet, messy bun. I drag my tired ass out to the couch and flop down on it, sighing in relief.
Just as my eyes start to close, there’s a knock on the door. I groan as I stand up to let Mia in. When I open the door, I’m met with her bright smile. She looks perfect like always. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a bouncy ponytail, her makeup looks like a professional applied it, and her cut off jean shorts and black crop top show off her perfect body. I’ve never felt so inadequate in my life.
“You look like shit, but I have a bag of goodies that will help,” she says, pushing past me. She spins around smiling. “Great apartment, Ivy. Time to stop hiding in it though.”