“Tiny and Eva made it back. Angel is looking after all the kids with Tate. Murphy ordered his woman about for a change. You’d have loved to see it.”
“There’s no way that happened. No one orders Tate around.” Killer disagreed. In all the time he’d known Tate, no one got the better of her, not even Murphy.
“It was pretty cool to witness. She was doing the whole ordering about, shouting and shit. Murphy went up to her, grabbed her around the back of the neck, kissed the fucking life out of her and then ordered her out of the clubhouse. Her position is to look after their son, and she was to do it. I’ve got to give it to him, Murphy has got balls to do that to Tate.”
Killer chuckled.
The relationship between Tate and Murphy was something of a mystery to Killer. Still, his friend loved Tate, and because of that, Killer respected it.
“Is Eva there?”
“No, Tiny is. He’s sent her home with their kids as well. Alex is back, and they’re all waiting for you.”
Nodding, Killer sat back. It was late, and he was tired, but until Kelsey was safe in his arms once again he wouldn’t rest.
Steven rambled on for the rest of the journey.
Climbing out of the car, Killer headed inside the clubhouse to find all of the men sat nursing a drink. They looked up at him as he entered. Killer walked out of the office looking tired.
“It’s about time you turned up,” Tiny said. “What have you got to tell us?”
Killer discussed in detail everything from Michael’s appearance to Kelsey’s suicide along with his suspicions about the Michael’s business dealings to the club.
“The lawyer hasn’t found anything yet,” Murphy said. “To all appearances Michael Granito is a respected member of society. He pays his taxes, and all of his businesses are above board.”
“He needs to look a little deeper. I’m telling you that man is hiding something,” Killer said, determined to do whatever was necessary to keep his woman protected. “We need your help in this.” He looked toward Alex.
“Me? I’m not some crook-finding service.”
“No, you’re a Skull through and through,” Tiny said. “You’ve got the men who can make this look more like child’s play.”
“Fine, I’ll do what is needed.” Alex walked away grabbing his cell phone and starting a call as he did.
“Right, in the meantime, Sandy is staying in the hospital. Is that okay with you, Stink?” Tiny asked.
“Yeah, she wants to keep an eye on Kelsey. I don’t think I could order her away even if I wanted to.” Stink spoke up for the first time.
Everyone in the club knew Stink had a thing for the doctor. They all stepped away giving him the time to woo her.
“Good, she’s our eyes and ears.”
“I’m not leaving the hospital. If he visits her I want to be there to make sure he doesn’t try anything funny,” Killer said.
“Tate’s going as well. She’s going to try to see when she can,” Murphy said.
Tiny nodded. “I know she’s not an old lady, but we’re going to treat her as such. I don’t agree with what she did to you, Killer. She better make it up to you.”
“Thank you, Tiny. I appreciate it, and she will.”
“I’m going home to kiss my kids then fuck my woman. Do you think you can keep this place fucking working for the next couple of hours?” Tiny asked.
They all nodded watching their leader leave the clubhouse.
Killer went to his room going straight for the shower. There was no way he would let Michael take Kelsey away from him. He’d kill the bastard with his bare hands if he had to.
****
Kelsey opened her mouth as Michael pressed the spoon to her lips. She was being fed porridge by a man she didn’t want. He’d woken her up to a heated call. “Why can’t I feed myself?” she asked, hating the humiliation of having him do all the work.
“Doctor wants you to have a psych evaluation before he removes your restraints. Besides, I love feeding you. It’s about time I caught up on all my husbandly duties.”
She didn’t need to use the toilet either. They had a bag for that as well. Kelsey wanted to curse, scream, and rant, but Sandy advised against that. If she came across the wrong way then she’d be restrained to the bed for a lot longer.
Fuck, she really needed to get out. When she got out of the hospital she’d be locking up all of her knives. Would she be able to cut with a blunt knife?
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“Have you seen Killer and Tate?” she asked.
“No.” Michael gritted his teeth.
They were out in the waiting room. She bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. Her friends loved her and were not going to be easily forced out of her life.