Murphy grins, ignoring Teller’s bitching. “He’s weirdly proud of his ass.”

The smile slides off my face as I approach. Teller’s whiter than the damn bedsheets. “Seriously, bro. You all right?”

“I’ll be peachy once these painkillers kick in. The fucking stitches hurt more than the damn bullet did.”

“Shit. Either of you call Rock?”

“I did.” Murphy nods. “I don’t think he found Teller’s screaming in the background all that comforting.”

Fucking great.

As expected, two hours later, Rock shows up. I know it’s him by the way he thunders down the hallway. Teller’s asleep but won’t be for long.

“Jesus Christ, is he all right?” Rock storms into the room, looking like the raging, overprotective papa bear we’re always teasing him about being times a thousand.

“Doc says he’ll be okay. As long as he follows directions.”

“Thank fuck.”

Murphy raises his hand. “Uh, I’m fine too, Prez. In case you were worried about the rest of us.”

Rock relaxes his stance and shrugs. “Of course, I’m worried about you. Don’t be an asshole.” He lifts his chin at Teller. “You all right, knucklehead?”

Teller blinks and gives Rock a serene smile. “Yup, just added a few more scars to my already fucked-up leg.”

“Ladies love the battle scars,” I assure him.

“Um, no we don’t,” Charlotte says from behind me.

I open the door wider. “Hey, sweetheart,” I say. “Glad you’re here.”

She reaches out and squeezes my hands. “Is everyone else all right?” she asks in a low voice.

“Yeah. Thanks for coming down.”

Teller holds out his hand, motioning Charlotte closer. “What are you doing here?”

“I drove down behind Rock,” she explains.

“I said don’t mention it to Charlotte.” Teller glares at Rock who shrugs.

“You take a bump to the head and forget who gives the orders?” Rock asks.

Charlotte slides around Murphy and takes Teller’s hand. She’s a damn miracle worker because his bitching dies down as soon as she snuggles up next to him.

Rock jerks his head toward the door. “I’ll check on you later. Get some rest, knucklehead.”

Murphy follows Rock and I into the hallway and over to my room.

“What the fuck happened?” Rock asks in a low, controlled voice as soon as I shut the door.

I explain what went down.

“Why the fuck are we always getting shot at down here?”

“Been shot at plenty of times in our own territory, Prez,” Murphy points out.

Rock shoots a glare at him, then me. “You trust Shadow?”

“Nope. He kind of had me in a tough spot though.”

“Yeah,” Rock finally agrees. He gives me a once-over. “You okay?”

“Not really. Don’t like getting my brothers shot.”

“Rather take the hit yourself, right?”

“Kinda.”

“Aw, I’m touched, Dads,” Murphy snarks.

Rock laughs and shakes his head. “Anyone tell Heidi yet?”