Leaning against the counter, I sip my piping hot black coffee, wincing at the burn, but I also welcome it. Stevie will forgive me— fuck, she has to once I explain everything that has happened.
Racer told me I can tell her a certain amount of information, but I have to tell her everything if I want her back. She doesn’t know much about club life, but I want her with me.
As my girl and eventually my Ol’ Lady. Fuck, I have already called ‘Dibs’ in my head, but I know that it needs to be witnessed by the club for it to be official.
The microwave beeps and my stomach growls at the amazing smell that wafts out when I open the door. Not waiting for it to cool down, I take a big bite.
“Oh, fuck, hot. Hot.” I chew quickly, and swallow down the food, then rush to the refrigerator for some orange juice to cool my mouth off.
“Damn,” I mutter.
Leaving the kitchen with my breakfast burrito and mug, I go into the main room where Rogue and Savage now sit.
“Morning.”
“Fuck, my head is killing me.” Savage stops next to me, taking my mug, and downing half of my coffee.
“Help yourself, brother.” He grins, winking at me, then leans forward and takes a big ole bite out of my burrito. Fucker.
“That was savage, Savage.” Rogue laughs.
“Fucker, get your own.” I snatch my food away.
“Why, when I can have yours?”
“You are not getting mine,” I reply.
“Are we still talking about the burrito, Crash?”
“Fuck off. Dickhead,” I grunt.
“No? So, we are now talking about my dick.”
“I am too fucking hungover for this shit.” I shake my head which makes the room spin. “Oh, fuck.”
“Dude, if you are going to puke, do it in the john.”
Handing my mug and food to Savage, who laughs when I rush down the hall to my bedroom, I just make it to the bathroom to vomit in the toilet. I retch and dry heave, my back and stomach spasming in pain at the violence my body just went through.
Falling against the wall, I think about the last time I got this drunk, and hell, it was fucking years ago. Even the night I got my patch here at the club, I did not drink this much.
My body aches, but I push to my feet, splash some cold water on my face, and dry it with a towel. I look like hell in my reflection. With a quick brush of my teeth, I leave my room again.
I hear a light bang, then what sounds like a drawer closing and another opening.
Pres is up early, but that is not at all uncommon, with what he does for the club. Walking to his office, I push the door open.
“Morning, Pres. I?—”
I stop in my tracks as I look at fucking Valarie.
“Morning,”
“What the fucking hell, Val?” I snarl, not fucking believing my eyes right now.
I advance on her and she backs up, her hand going behind her back. A smile is on her face that shows she is hiding something.
“I was looking for a pen and paper; I was going to give you some contacts.” She tries to worm her way out of this situation.