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“Busy as hell,” she replies, her fingers still resting on my cheek. “Damon’s got the club running smoother than ever, but it means he’s always buried in work. And Luna? Well, she’s just like him—wild and unpredictable.”
“Sounds about right,” I chuckle softly, careful not to jar my ribs. “I miss having you around. It’s different up here.”
“Yeah, well, we miss you too,” Kat says, her smile fading a bit. “It’s not the same as being in Montana, that’s for sure. You should come down.”
“No way. I couldn’t handle the heat in the desert,” I joke, but there’s a weight behind my words.
“Or maybe you’d just miss all this damn snow," Kat teases, trying to lighten the mood.
“Maybe,” I admit with a small grin. “Maybe I’d just miss how bossy Zane is. He’s like the big brother I’ve never had.”
“Yeah, he’s still bossy,” Kat agrees with a laugh. “But he means well. He’s always looking out for us. Just know that.”
“Speaking of looking out,” I shift slightly, wincing at the pain. “Kat, what happened after they found me? Where’s Bama? Have you seen him?”
“Your boyfriend is something else,” she says, her voice turning soft. “He’s barely left your side since they brought you in. Only reason he’s not here now is because Mom insisted he get some rest. And you know Mom.” Kat laughs and I chuckle.
“Of course she did,” I mutter, feeling a surge of warmth for Bama. “What happened after they found me?”
“Jordyn,” Kat’s expression turns serious, her eyes locking onto mine. “You don’t need to worry about that. What happened to you was bad. Real bad. But you’re tougher than nails, sis. The doctors here patched you up and you’ll be good as new when you give your body some time to heal up.”
I need to know the details, even if they hurt. “Kat, come on. What happened?”
“You needed emergency surgery,” she says, her tone darkening. “Whoever did this to you, they broke several of your ribs, and ruptured your spleen.”
“Blake Ojai,” I say, my hands clenching into fists. “He’s the one who did this to me.”
“Okay, I’ll text our Dads and let them know.” Kat soothes, her hand sliding back to mine. “Right now, all you need to do is worry about getting better. Okay?”
“Yeah. I just don’t wanna be stuck in this damn bed.” I whisper, closing my eyes.
Despite the pain, I want to be helping them nail Blake down.
I can’t believe a man I was starting to care about did this to me.
What a fucking joke.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Bama
The engine growls beneath us as I steer the truck down the lonely stretch of highway back to the clubhouse.
The Montana sky is a mix of bruised purples and fading golds, the kind that makes you feel small but alive.
Jordyn sits beside me, her presence a steady anchor after all the chaos we’ve dealt with over the past few weeks.
“How’s your leg feeling today?” I ask, my voice rough from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep as of late.
Her left leg is where a lot of the very deep shards went through her.
“A little better,” she says, her voice soft but strong. “Still sore as hell, though.”
“I’m glad it’s getting a little better,” I place my hand on her inner thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her jeans.
It’s like touching life itself, something raw and real.
She places her hand over mine, squeezing gently.
