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“It’s true,” Crypt says, nodding and sporting the said mug.

“You’re not coming into the clinic with me,” I say, pointing a finger between the bikers. “Class is fine, but you’ll stay outside the clinic until I’m done. I can’t have you terrorizing my patients.”

Cookie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cupid already informed us not to interfere with your internship. Will you get your shit? We need to hit the road before the traffic gets heavy.”

“You’re so bossy,” I mutter, grabbing my backpack from the couch and stomping toward the front door.

Cookie blocks the exit, folding his arms across his expansive chest and shaking his head at me. “Forgetting something?”

I baulk. “Are you shitting me?!”

“No, I’m not.”

“There’s no reason for it. I will not be around any bikers, Cookie.”

“We’re walking into territory where whoever jumped you could be lurking. Best to show them you’re under the club’s protection.” He points at his prospect patch on his leather vest. “I’m on my probationary period. I will not let you or anyone else stop me from getting initiated into this club over making some stupid mistake. Go get your cut.”

Growling under my breath, I retrieve my property vest from the bedroom and yank it on. I throw my arms out to my sides to show him I’m wearing it. “There. You happy?”

“Fuck no.” Cookie shakes his head. “I’m going to school, no thanks to you. School sucks ass.”

Rolling my eyes, I push past him. “You’re such a child.”

“Forever young,” he singsongs before whistling to get Crypt’s attention. “Crypt Man! Lets roll.”

Disappointment twists Crypt’s features. He looks at Romy a moment longer before leaving her side to follow us.

He’s got it bad for Romy. I’ll make it my mission to help Crypt improve his social skills, giving him a shot at winning over the local mortician.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

VANESSA

The three of us make our way to the garage attached to one of the many buildings Cupid owns on the block. My heart squeezes in my chest when I see my Street Glide parked amongst the many bikes.

A cruise to school would really calm my nerves. Riding has a way of chasing away my anxieties. I may be back to my normal routine, but I’m dreading returning to campus. It will be my first time being near where I was attacked, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t uneasy about it. I didn’t dare say a word of it to Cupid. He’d insist I’m not ready, keeping me home where I’m safe behind the club’s walls.

“Can I ride my hog?”

“No,” Cookie and Crypt say in unison.

Cookie adds, “And don’t even ask to ride with us. Cupid would have a coronary if he found out you rode bitch on either of our bikes. We’re taking one of the club’s SUVs.”

I figured as much. Cupid’s territorial with me and he definitely would lose his shit if I rode with anyone other than him. Nor has Scalpel released me to drive yet. My head feels fine at the moment, but who knows how I’ll feel with a helmet on my head and rocketing down a bumpy road. For all I know, I could get sick on the car ride to school. It’s best to wait a few more weeks until I feel more comfortable traveling.

The ride to campus is uneventful with Cookie listening to some sports show on the radio, Crypt staring out the window in silence, and me going over my notes in the backseat of the SUV, cramming as much info into my head in case my morning professor gives our class a pop quiz, something she routinely does at the beginning of the week. When Cookie pulls into one of the public parking lots near my first class of the day, I count to ten in my head, attempting to steel myself for the day.

Cookie opens my door with a glower when I take too long to exit the vehicle. “Are we skipping this hour or what?”

“Calm your tits,” I snap, climbing out of the vehicle. “I’m feeling a bit on edge, that’s all.”

Crypt closes in behind my back. “No one will get to you. Not without taking us out first.”

Reassured that these two have my back, I head to my first class with the guys bookending me. I’m opening the door to the building my lecture is in when I hear an annoyingly familiar voice.

“Vanessa! Oh my god!”

Rolling my eyes, I turn towards the grating voice calling out to me. My eyes roll harder when I see the couch-fucking homewrecker jogging towards us with her big boobs swaying with each bounce.