Page 46 of Drax (Iron Thunder MC 3)
“I didn’t mean to fight with you, before. At the store’s reopening. I shouldn’t have gone there. I shouldn’t have put all of us at risk.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s over now,” I said, and she nodded.
“We won,” she added, and a soft smile stretched her lips. But there was something else. I knew what she was thinking. She was thinking about her brother. I knew she was. I shifted in the tub, splashing water everywhere. I needed to get out. I was too restless.
I stood up.
“I need to sleep,” I growled, and she hurried for the towel and the clothes.
“Of course. Yes. You should rest. We can…talk more tomorrow. Or whenever. You need to get your strength back.”
I took the towel from her and started drying myself.
“Yeah, thanks,” was all I managed to say.
The bath had relaxed me, and the food had made me a little less anxious. Now the only thing I could hope for was that a good night’s sleep might help me think better tomorrow.18Mary-BethDrax was out cold within minutes of his head hitting the pillow. A bundle of his bloodstained, bullet-torn clothes was lying on the floor beside the bathroom door. I watched him sleeping for a few minutes and then put the clothes in a plastic bag to throw away.
My heart hadn’t stopped thudding frantically. From the moment I heard the sound of the bikes coming in, I was in a tizzy. I didn’t know what to think, how to act, what to say. I was so afraid that he was badly injured.
Drax was badly injured. As much as he tried to prove he wasn’t, I knew he was in pain and suffering. The doctor had slipped me some pain meds for him. He said he knew the guys in this MC didn’t like to take any drugs. They wanted to keep their brains clear and not foggy, but if the pain got too intense for him to handle, I should do something about it.
I hid the meds in my purse, knowing he would hate me if I tricked him into taking them. For now, I was just grateful that he’d managed to fall asleep. It was amazing what some food and rest could do for the human body and mind.
It was what Drax needed and I was going to make sure he got lots of it, no matter how much he protested. And now that he was sleeping and safe, my mind wandered to my other worry—where was Crash?
What had happened to him?
We hadn’t had a chance to discuss it. I’d been so focused on Drax feeling better that I didn’t bother him with questions about my brother. I wanted him to see he was my priority. But I couldn’t just snap away all my feelings toward Crash either.
Danny. My older brother. The guy who used to watch over me when I was a kid. He was acting crazy now, but I couldn’t just let go of my memories of him.
I didn’t know when Drax would be awake or ready to talk about him. I had this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad had happened to him.
Before I left the room, I kissed Drax on his forehead. He continued sleeping undisturbed.
I carried the bag of clothes down and out to the back to the dumpster. Back in the Clubhouse, I saw that the party had started to wind down. Everyone was exhausted. It had been a long day and an even longer night. People were injured. They’d been drinking. Now everyone needed to sleep.
But I just needed to find one person who was willing to talk. Willing to give me the details of what happened at the strip club tonight.* * *I saw Ghost sitting by himself in front of the fireplace in the common room. I peeked around the door and saw him sitting on the rug with a bottle of beer in his hand. He had his back to me, so he hadn’t caught me spying.
When I stepped into the room, he jerked his head around to look at me.
“Fuck! Mary-Beth!” he snapped, startled.
“Sorry. Everyone’s a little jumpy tonight,” I said and stepped toward him.
He took a big swig of his drink and turned back to the fire.
I didn’t know Ghost well. When Drax and had I first got together, Ghost had kept his distance from me. I always thought he didn’t approve of me, maybe thought my relationship with Drax was never going to work. And he was partly right. The first time around.
“Are you doing okay?” I asked and stood over him. He nodded but refused to say more.
I cleared my throat and looked around. “Do you mind if I sit down?”
“Is he resting?” he asked.
“Yeah, he’s asleep. He got something to eat and took a bath. He’s doing well.”
