“My healthy food options were kind of limited at this hour,” Teller says as he flings another Snickers bar at Murphy’s head. He tosses me a granola bar next. “Best I could find.”

“This’ll do. Is Lilly okay?”

Teller shrugs and takes the chair across from me. “She was scared, but she didn’t argue with me when I told her it was time to go. Once I told her you were okay, she calmed down. Didn’t give me any grief about not coming back with me. Warned her it might be a late night.”

“Thanks.”

He sits back and blows out a breath. “First time I’ve been happy Charlotte couldn’t make it down.”

“No kidding.”

“What are you going to do?” Teller asks.

Murphy growls and makes a slashing motion with his hand. “Gut that motherfucker.”

“He’s gotta go,” I agree. “But this can’t look like upstate coming in to clean house. I already probably overstepped by getting between him and Serena.”

“Fuck him,” Teller says. “This club isn’t about that. You had every right.”

“He’s right,” Murphy agrees. “The only ones complaining about it were Shadow and Smoke.”

Teller sits forward. “Smoke needs to go too.”

“One execution at a time, brother.”

“How long is Doc gonna take?” Murphy grumbles, glancing at the door. “Get your pants off and let’s clean that up.”

“Why you tryin’ to get me naked, bro?”

“For fuck’s sake.” Teller rolls his eyes. “I think he’s trying to save you from getting an infection.”

“You two have no sense of humor.”

Murphy flips me off. “Watching one of your best friends almost get stabbed in the chest tends to kill a sense of humor.”

“He didn’t almost stab me.”

“You’ve seen your leg, right?” Teller asks.

“Let’s take a look.” I stand and unbutton my pants.

“Should I grab that mint lube?” Murphy jokes.

“Only if you’re planning to blow me.”

Someone else knocks and Murphy answers, opening the door wider to allow the doctor in.

Teller pushes himself out of his chair and stops in front of me. “I’ll go assess the mood out there.”

“Thanks.”

Murphy raises his eyebrows at me, silently asking if I want him to stay or go. “Go ahead. When I’m done here, we’re all sitting down at the table.”

“We’ll pass that around,” Teller promises.

“It’s been a while, Z,” the doc says. He sets his bag on the table. “Let me wash up. I’ll be right back.”

While the doc isn’t one of my favorite people, he’s actually good at what he does. He’s in the bathroom for a while, vigorously scrubbing up. When he returns, he pulls several pristine white towels out of his bag along with an unopened sleeve of tools.

“You’re lucky this wasn’t deeper.”

“So, it’s not as bad as it looks?”