“Your fucking job is to protect me.”
“Not when you’re an asshole,” Smokey said as he walked into the main room. “What you did to that girl was bullshit and you know it. You deserved everything you just got. If she’d been my daughter, I would have put a bullet in your head.”
He sat at his regular spot at the bar and called out, “Prospect, get me a beer.”
“That’s what O’Malley threatened, too,” Crater cackled.
“Why didn’t he?” Smokey asked, looking right at me.
When I didn’t answer, B did. “King wouldn’t let him.”
“Pussy is so concerned about getting on his son’s good side, he screwed the pooch with his daughter.”
“You go ahead and tell him that, Smokey,” I taunted. “Besides, Morgan would hate him if he killed me. She’d never forgive him.”
“You sure about that?” Ambush mumbled.
The truth was, I wasn’t sure about anything anymore.
“O. M. G,” Jenna cried, rushing into the main room. “Chasm, are you okay, baby?”
For fuck’s sake, she still didn’t get the hint. She reached her hands toward my head, and I leaned back. The pain thumping through my skull made me nauseous, and I knew I had a concussion.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
Jenna pouted as if that shit worked on me. I could admit, at least to myself, that if Morgan was the one doing it, it would fucking work.
“I need to go lie down. I think I have a fucking concussion. I swear getting blown up didn’t hurt this fucking bad.”
I looked at B and Ambush who were both glaring at me.
“Too soon?”
“How about fucking never?” B barked.
Smokey threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing around the room and piercing my ears. It felt like my head was in a fucking vise.
“I’ll come with you and watch over you,” Jenna said quickly, trying to take my hand.
“Bitch, I told you to back the fuck off!” I looked at B. “Where the fuck did she come from?”
“Come on, Jenna. Chasm is off-limits. He’s married,” Crater said, grabbing her elbow and dragging her away amid her protests.
“I’m not fucking married,” I argued.
When I saw the gleam return to Jenna’s eye, I groaned. I should have kept my mouth shut. If she thought for a second I was single, she might never stop. I wasn’t sure she’d last long around here.
I slowly made my way upstairs, grimacing with every step. I wasn’t as young as I used to be, and the fact that O’Malley was almost twenty years older than me didn’t help. The man had a hell of a punch.
I let myself into my room, being sure to lock it behind me. Then I fell onto my bed and closed my eyes. I thought about calling King to chew his ass out, but instead, I let the darkness close around me.
Chapter Twenty
Morgan
I sat in the corner of the Bourbon Bar, holding one of my goddaughters. Which one it was, I couldn’t tell you; they all looked the same to me. Except for their eyes, which at less than three months old, we didn’t see often, because sleep was still mostly what they did.
Looking around the room, I noticed Thore had another baby strapped to his chest, while Donut was sitting next to the stroller where the third baby slept peacefully.