Her touch made him burn from the inside out. Fuck he wanted to be inside her so bad. When he was well and sober he was going to spend a month fucking her hard. She’d like it rough.
“Like I’ve been run over by a fucking bus.”
She smiled. “That’s good.”
“Me being in pain is good?”
“No, you being able to tell me that is good.” She kissed his lips and wrinkled her nose. “You need to brush your teeth. You stink.”
He laughed despite not wanting to.
“Get away from him,” Tiny said, invading their moment. He tensed up, and Sophia tightened her grip on his face.
“It’ll be okay.” She got up, grabbing her stuff and leaving his side. Edward looked up to see the guy who’d beaten him badly. Tiny was fucking huge and scary. The scowl on his face gave evidence to his temper. Great, if Tiny got hold of him, he was fucked.
Tiny reached out grabbing Sophia’s arm and drawing her in close. He heard her squeal and try to hide it. Tensing in the cuffs, he glared at where Tiny was holding his woman.
“What were you doing that close to him?” Tiny asked.
“He’s been sick. I was cleaning him up.” Her voice was small, but she didn’t cower away from the man.
“I told you not to get too close,” Lash said, speaking up.
“Someone had to clean him, and I didn’t see the big lug giving me a hand. I did what I had to do.” She tried to get Tiny to leave her alone. The leader of The Skulls kept his hand on her. “Let go.”
“Get your hands off her,” Edward said. He’d had enough of the power play.
“Are you talking to me, boy?”
“She’s not your concern. Sophia is helping you, but that doesn’t give you the right to be a dick toward her. I’m the one you’ve got a problem with. Me. I was the one who almost killed Eva. Deal with me.”
Tiny let Sophia go. “You’re right. My issue is with you.”
The big man walked toward her. “Get these cuffs off him, Lash. He and I are going to have a little chat.”
Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Edward stared past Tiny’s shoulder to see the fear on her face.
“It’s all right. Nothing is going to happen,” he said.
Lash released the cuffs and helped him out of the room. He looked behind him as Sophia made to go to him. Killer held her back. His arm was across her chest stopping her from moving.
They didn’t leave the building. He heard the doors being shut as they moved far away from the room with Sophia.
Tiny opened the far door on the right leading out to what looked like a gym. “Some of the boys have been using this place to make their own amusement. I thought it was rather inventive of them.”
Edward didn’t comment. It was the first time he was able to move around. Instead of using the time to his advantage he collapsed onto the floor sitting on his butt.
“Are you begging me for forgiveness?” Tiny asked.
“No, I know you better than to beg. You won’t give me forgiveness until you feel that I’ve earned it.” He was cold away from his blanket. Fuck, his life had gotten so messed up. “Are you going to finish what you started?”
“Am I going to kill you?”
“Yeah.”
Tiny let out a sigh. Lash was stood near the far wall with his arms folded. “No, I’m not going to kill you.”
The news surprised him. He expected the next time he saw Tiny he’d be dead within seconds. “If you’re not here to kill me then what are you here for?”
“I needed to see you for myself. Lash has kept your space at the club. You’re still a Skull.”
“What about the votes? What do the guys think of an addict taking a spot?”
Tiny smirked. “They say the first sign of recovery is admitting you’re wrong.”
Looking down at his hands, Edward saw the muck and grime on him. “Yeah, well, I’ve had to see what my woman thinks of me like this. I never thought Sophia would ever be disgusted with me.”
“Your woman opened your eyes.”
Tears were fast filling his eyes. Edward was on rock bottom in a stink pit. “I remember my dad saying that the best men have the best woman beside them. I can’t be by Sophia’s side, and if she’s prepared to give me a chance then I’ve got to get clean.” She was his savior whether he liked the power it gave her or not. “This is not me.”
He wiped the tears away. Edward was many things, but he wasn’t a fucking pussy.
“Your father would be disappointed in you with this,” Tiny said. “He’d probably take the belt to you, and so would your mom. They were good people.”