“This thing with your girl serious, or just a good time?” Target asks.
Leaning back in my seat, I think over his question.
When I am with Stevie, she makes me feel things I thought I’d never feel again. When Val betrayed me for Vinnie, it made me barricade my heart. Yet with Stevie, I see something more with her.
Remembering the Fort Lauderdale guys finding their women made me envious, but I knew it would happen one day. I am not like Racer, who is completely blocked off to finding a woman.
It will happen when it happens.
Smiling, I look at my VP.
“If she will have me, I want to keep her.”
Target holds out his fist for a bump.
“Let’s hope she doesn’t have you arrested when you piss her off.” He laughs, and Racer’s lips twitch.
“She is a good girl; she won’t go to her cousin for help, she will deal with me herself. If anything, she and her aunt will poison me.”
“Oh, yeah, I know about her aunt. Into all that herbal shit, right? I saw her booth at the Summer Festival,” Forge says as he joins is.
“Yeah. Grows and makes everything at home. She has a popular online store as well,” I add.
“Pres,” a prospect calls from the door.
“What?”
“There is a chick at the gate. Asking for Crash.” He looks at me. “She is all beat up, black and fucking blue. Blood covering one side of her face.”
Images of a battered Stevie float into my head.
“Did she give a name?” I ask as we all get to our feet to follow him back outside.
“No,” is all he says.
We rush outside and I see a woman leaning against a car. One that is fucking familiar.
Valarie.
“Open the gates!” I bellow, rushing forward.
She is slumped against her car, her face battered just like the prospect said. Her lip is split, blood runs down her chin, and her eye is swollen almost completely shut. There are bruises and scrapes on her jaw and neck.
“Fuck, Val.”
She looks at me and her body sags in relief, as she cries. Taking her in my arms, I carry her bridal style into the club.
“Who did this, Val?”
“Zeno.”
“Who the fuck is Zeno?” Savage calls behind me.
“Medic room, Crash.” I nod and head in that direction.
Once we get there, I lay Valarie on the bed, her tears mixed with the blood on her face. My anger boils over and I want to kill the cunt who did this to her. No man has any right to put his hands on a woman to hurt her.
“Bolt is on his way.”