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Haze and Hollywood stood there, practically propped against each other to stay upright.
Both were beaten.
Bloody and raw.
“The—” Judge started.
“What the hell happened?” I interrupted, shoving him out of the way. Going onto my toes, I tried to get a better look at their already swelling shut eyes.
“Got jumped,” Hollywood bit out, blood dripping from the dirty tears in his lip.
“You…” I was about to tell them they needed to go to the hospital, but I knew it was a waste of time. If they’d been willing to go, they would’ve. “Let me get you guys cleaned up.”
Judge reached for Haze, who looked worse—which was saying something since they were both pretty damn bad.
I tried to help Hollywood, but he shook me off. “I got it.”
He took a few slow steps into the family room before stopping and inhaling. “My pussy senses are tingling. Were you fuckin’ on the communal furniture?”
Face burning, I opened my mouth to deny it but couldn’t get the words out.
“We put a blanket down,” Judge pointed out like it was no big deal. “Hold your breath.”
“You don’t want me smelling it, don’t break your own damn rules,” he said, but his words grew forced as he stopped to clutch a chair.
I reached for him again, but that time when he tried to wave me off, I snapped, “We get it. You’re a big, strong man who doesn’t need help. It’s much better to let you fall and bleed everywhere.”
“What’s one more bodily fluid in the room?” he shot back. Despite his smart mouth, he let me help him, giving me most of his weight.
He’s worse than he’s letting on.
It was slow, but we eventually got both men into the kitchen where it’d be easier to work on them. They slumped to the floor in front of the prep area sink.
I was about to crouch when Judge snagged me by the waist and hauled me back against him.
Leaning closer, he whispered, “They’re my brothers, and they’re hurt, but I’ll be fuckin’ damned if they accidentally get a glimpse of what’s mine. Go put your panties on.”
“Right.”
In a rush to help—but also so I didn’t miss the inevitable recap—I practically ran through the clubhouse. I pulled on a pair of panties and shorts before sprinting back.
No one had moved, and it didn’t seem like they’d spoken, though I couldn’t know for sure.
Judge grabbed me the big first aid kit from the cupboard, but I wished I had some of my own stuff.
After getting the confirmation from Judge, Glitch, and Nox that Elder Oaks was secure, I’d gone back to work the week before. I’d also gotten my car back and the okay to return to my apartment, though I’d rarely driven the former and hadn’t stepped foot in the latter.
Because he was protective—and it was also more fun—Judge took me to and from work on his bike. If the weather was crappy, we drove his car that I was totally planning to steal. I’d started keeping my bag of supplies in my locker rather than lugging it around.
I regretted it right then because the little antiseptic wipes they had were garbage.
Hoping there were a few strays left behind, I asked, “Baby, can you go see if I’ve got medical gloves and wipes in my trunk?” I held up the small square packet. “They’re triple the size and thicker.”
He raised his chin and left, returning a minute later with gloves and a small handful of wipes.
It’ll do.
After filling two bowls with warm, soapy water and grabbing several hand towels, I pulled on the gloves and started cleaning them off so I could get a better idea of the damage.
