“Where is he?” he demanded.

“In there,” Death said and thumbed to the room. Lucas ran inside. I waited a beat and saw Wreck enter, knowing he wouldn’t be far from his man. He also carried a bag of what I expected were supplies.

Death snorted. “He forgot his shit before runnin’ in here?”

Wreck grunted, gave us a chin lift, and followed Lucas into the room. I wasn’t far behind with Death at my back, and we listened to the end of Lucas’s rant, “—you’re an idiot, Zion, and wait until Mom finds out. She’s going to shoot you herself.”

“Lucas, bro, you can’t tell her.”

Lucas just hummed under his breath and opened the bag Wreck placed on Zion’s desk since Zion sat in his office chair.

“Lucas,” Zion warned. “You say one word to Mom, and I’ll—”

“What?” Wreck asked.

“Fuck,” Zion cursed. “Nothin’ because Wreck would kill me.”

Lucas beamed. “That’s right… but, for now, unless you make me upset again, I won’t say anything.”

Huh, since it seemed Zion was afraid of his mother, I might use that later when I yelled at him for putting his life on the fucking line. Lucas didn’t let up his ranting while he stitched Zion up. Whenever Zion complained, Lucas would say, “Suck it up.”

Death, Country, and Quake chuckled. I didn’t because I was still pissed at him. As Lucas was finishing up, the cleaners came in and got to work. They were paid well to keep their mouths shut. I’d heard that at one of the club meetings.

“As your doctor for the night, I’m ordering you home to rest.” Lucas glanced back at Country. He was smart to get the go-ahead from him.

“State’s already upstairs for his shift to start early. Listen to your doctor, Saint, and that’s an order.”

“Fuckin’ fine.” He glanced over to me. “Prospect, you’re givin’ me a lift.”

It was lucky I took Boom’s car instead of my ride.

“He won’t be a prospect for long,” Country announced. “We’re patchin’ him in as Gun.”

Zion grinned over at me. “Cool name, brother.”

I gave him a chin lift. “Won’t be able to take you home, brother. Got a client tonight,” I reminded him. His grin dropped a little, but he pushed it back on.

“Right.” He nodded.

“Wreck and I will drop you home,” Lucas put in.

“Yeah, thanks, bro, that’d be good.”

Country turned to me. “Why don’t you head up to State? He’ll get you organized.”

“Sounds good.” I gave a wave to the room and left. I didn’t linger on Zion, even though I wanted to.

It wasn’t until I reached the floor State, Wreck, and Country had their office on did I get a text.

Zion: You’re coming here after.

My grip on my phone tightened. If he thought he could order me the fuck around after scaring the shit out of me, he had better guess again.

Zion: Please. I need snuggles and I’m cold without my boo by my side.