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“Jab me with that needle, and I will make sure the next knife I throw at you will not miss,” Rose glared.
“Thorn, honey, War can’t handle you in pain.”
“Just him, huh?”
“Thorn In My Ass.”
“Yes, Birdy.”
“I’m glad you are feeling better,” he smirked. “Take it easy. Nap,” Vulture looked pointedly at Warren. “Don’t do something to upset her.”
“Again, right here,” Rose sighed.
Both men scowled at her.
“Fine. Birdy, tell my husband that this isn’t his fault. He shouldn’t feel guilty about anything that happened today. I loved my brother, but I knew he was no angel. I knew one day his lifestyle would catch up to him. It was nothing we did raising him. Once he became an adult, all of his choices were on him. The end of his life was a result of all those choices.”
“She does have a point.”
“Don’t you have someplace to be?”
“He also needs to understand that while I disagree with how he handled the Cooper issue over the past year, it wasn’t entirely his fault. How can he be at fault if none of you had any idea the man survived the attack and came back to get revenge? Where has he been the last sixteen years? He made his presence known last year. Why? Searching for a suspect would have been difficult since you were looking for a man who was supposed to be dead.”
“Thorn might have-”
“Don’t fucking finish that sentence,” Warren glared at Vulture.
“Okay,” he shrugged. “If you don’t want to hear your wife has a point, I won’t tell you. I will tell you we all thought he was dead. We all went to that funeral. We all sent money to his widow. You paid for his daughter’s college tuition.”
“Vulture, go now,” Warren growled. “Take care of the bitch in the cabin.”
“Thank you for checking on me, Birdy.”
“Anytime, Thorn. Anytime.”
Rose waited until the door closed behind him before she turned to Warren.
“What was that about a bitch in the cabin?”
“Nothing. Tank’s club business.”
The door rattled, interrupting her response.
“That is bullshit, and you know it.”
“You can’t fuck her into the mattress when she is injured,” Brooks called through the door. “Tank wants us at the cabin in ten.”
“Who is in the cabin?” Rose badgered her husband with a scowl on her face.
“You didn’t tell her,” he cried from the other side of the door. “Boss, you see a pattern emerging here?”
“Go away. My wife just woke up,” Warren roared.
“He will be out in seven,” Rose answered, annoyed.
“Setting a timer.”
Warren glared at the door. Bastards couldn’t let him alone long enough to make sure Rose was whole.
