Withstanding Me(21)
“Call me Storm please, and I feel fine, just a little drugged,” I whisper. “I heard you talking about my surgery and the aftercare needed. I don’t need you to explain it again.”
“Very well, press that button for a nurse, and they’ll get you whatever you need. If all goes well you’ll be leaving here tomorrow morning with a few prescriptions. I’ll be back in just a few to check on you.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
I look at ZZ as he drags the chair over to the side of my bed and takes a seat.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Only a few hours. You know I’m pissed at you right?” ZZ laughs. Like I can really believe he’s pissed at me when he’s laughing.
“Why?”
“Tatiana may be my daughter Storm, but your life has the same value as hers. Don’t get me wrong babe, thankful as fuck that you did that for my daughter, but shit. I dunno. I’m just torn about it all.” He blows out a breath leaning back in the chair.
“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Mason.” I smile.
“Jesus,” he curses.
“What?” I ask.
“Even after a surgery you look fuckin beautiful,” he huffs, as if he’s annoyed by it.
“Number two compliment. You’re on a roll,” I giggle.
A knock on the door stops my giggling as ZZ jumps up and I crane my neck to see who is knocking.
When the door opens all the way, Winter rushes in knocking ZZ outta the way. Braxxon follows behind her.
“Well you look good, so everything’s good?” Winter’s words come out in a rush as she assesses my entire body.
“Just some stitches and a small surgery, no biggie.” I smile, feeling loved.
Her eyes go wide. “Surgery?” She cries.
“No, no just a small surgery to stitch up an artery. No big deal.”
“Whatever, you’re gonna start carrying,” she says, sitting down in ZZ’s chair.
“Carrying what?”
“A gun, silly,” she says, in a duh tone.
“Um no,” I say back.
“Yes!” All three of them say.
I look to the guys and can see their minds are already set. My ass will be learning how to shoot so I can carry a gun. Lovely.
“So who shot at us?” I say, dropping the subject of me carrying a gun.
“Braxxon has calls made,” she says simply.
And that’s it. She’s curt, so I know to drop it and let the Club handle it.
“I’m gonna cancel the dress fitting and reschedule it for another day,” Winter says.
“No, I get out tomorrow. I might be gimpy but we are still doing it and that’s it. Don’t push me.”
“Angel,” Braxxon growls.
“Don’t start Braxx; send Sniper with us for all I care. We’re not canceling anything just because some idiots with a gun are trying to kill us. I’m not gonna hide with my ass tucked like a fuckin pussy.” She practically yells at him.
“What she said,” I agree, out loud.
I’m not going to stop living my life. It’s too short for that.
“Angel you’re wearing on me thin, baby,” Braxxon growls.
ZZ sighs from across the room. “Storm needs rest can ya’ll take your couple spits somewhere fuckin else.”
“I’m fine,” I try to assure him.
“Darlin,” he sighs again.
“No, he’s right. We need to get going anyways. Club is going on lockdown and all that shit. Gotta help get groceries with Berry and being as Braxxon isn’t letting us travel alone, I want to get this shit done and over with. The sound of construction is going to be lovely.” Winter smarts off.
“But worth it,” I say, putting my two cents in.
“Yes, worth it,” she agrees, leaning down to hug me goodbye. “They finish tomorrow anyways. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” I say back and wave to Braxxon.
“Can you send Sniper here when you’re done with him? I want that hall covered while we’re in here. And can you make sure someone at least tries to tail Tatiana right now?” ZZ asks Braxxon before he exits the door.
“Sure thing, brother.”
“Thanks, Prez,” he grips Braxxon’s shoulder in a manly ‘thanks man’ kinda move.
They nod, and Braxxon and Winter leave.
“You need any more pain meds right now?” ZZ asks quietly.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, scoot that fine ass over. I’m tired and I’m not leaving you, so that means we’re bunkin up, darlin.”
I know my cheeks flame red. The thought of sleeping next to him all night does things to my tummy. “Okay,” I squeak out.