“Nah, you can lose up to a pint of blood without any severe effects.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

After cleaning up the cut, he declares it’s worse than he thought and says he needs to stitch it up.

“I don’t care what it looks like, doc. Just make sure my leg doesn’t fall off.” Fucking Murphy with his stupid jokes.

When the doc finishes, he pulls out two amber prescription bottles. “Painkiller. Please don’t drink alcohol while taking these.”

“Yeah, okay.” I motion for him to hand over the bottle. “What else?”

“Antibiotics.” He smirks at me. “To keep your leg from falling off.”

I snatch the bottles out of his hand. “See Hustler on your way out. He’ll get you paid.”

“Call me if it shows any signs of infection or you have any questions.”

“I will. Thanks, doc.”

After he leaves, I grab my cell phone and stretch out on the bed.

Lilly answers on the first ring.

“Z! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but I’m going to be here the rest of the night.”

She sighs. “I figured as much.”

“Are you all right?”

She coughs, making me wish I was there to check her over, assess whatever damage Shadow did. “Yes.”

“Tell me what happened. From the beginning. Just don’t use any names.”

Her soft laughter comes through the phone, then abruptly stops. Probably about the time she realized I wasn’t joking.

By the time, she finishes, I’m burning with rage.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Z

Freshly stitched, bandaged, dressed in clean pants, and buzzing from a painkiller-antibiotic cocktail, I make my way down to the chapel.

The main room’s brightly lit, but mostly empty.

Except for a few faces I wasn’t expecting to see tonight.

Murphy lifts his chin when he sees me. “Why didn’t you call us? I would’ve come—”

“I’m fine.”

Teller nods to Rock, Wrath, and Dex. “Look who showed up.”

My throat tightens. “What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the fuckin’ night.”

Wrath grins. “Rock and I had a bet going, which one of you’d get stabbed first, and I won.”

“Dick.” I hold out my hand and he pulls me in, gently—well, gentle for Wrath—slapping my back.

“You really thought Z would get stabbed before Teller?” Murphy scratches his beard. “My money definitely woulda been on Teller. I’ve been itching to stab him for years.”

“I think nailing his sister hurts more,” Dex says.

Teller ignores them and glares at Rock. “Really?”

Rock shrugs. “You love runnin’ that mouth of yours.”

After we’re finished busting on each other, Rock squeezes my shoulder. “You all right?”

“I’ll live.”

“Lilly okay?”

“I just talked to her. She’s fine.”

“I’m so sorry, brother. I never…” He shakes his head. “This should never happen in our clubhouses.”