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“President’s orders,” I mumbled, already falling back into a drug induced sleep.

“He just needs to sleep,” Pyre said, his voice getting tinny and far away. “And blood thanks to this one.”

“You goin’ to keep checkin’ on him?” Hush asked.

“Seek,” I said, my tongue feeling like it was too big for my mouth.

“I know you’re my president and my friend, Lock,” Hush said. “But callin’ out my old lady’s name in your sleep isn’t endearin’ you to me right now.”

“She alright?” I managed to say. “The LoS guy-”

“He was already dead by the time she found him,” Hush said from next to my side. “She let the cops take the body. She and the dogs are fine. Go to sleep.”

“Hush…”

“Yeah, boss?”

I was getting fucking sick of people telling me what to do. That was usually my job. But there was no arguing with whatever Pyre had pumped me full of. Wrapping an arm around Keely, who was snuggled against my side, I let go of everything.

“Fuck off. Don’t…tell me…what…to do. I’m…sleep now.”

I didn’t even give a shit if they wanted to sit there and watch me like a bunch of weirdos. I was going to sleep my ass off.

CHAPTER 30

Keely

Fisting my hands on my hips, I glared at Lockout. “It’s been two days, Liam,” I told him. “You’re not getting out of bed.”

“It’s been two days,” he spat as though he was disgusted with that fact. “We’re giving Hangman too much time to rally. We need to fucking go on the offensive.”

“How?” I asked, shaking my head. “Rip said Hangman locked him out of whatever backdoor he’d found into their system. Besides, collectively you guys took out like thirty of their guys. They’ll need more than two days.”

He just scoffed at me though. He didn’t want to be stuck in bed anymore. I couldn’t really blame him. In the time I’d known him this was the longest I’d seen him be inactive. This man wasn’t made to laze around.

A knock on the door broke up our argument about whether Lock should stay in bed like Pyre told him to, or get up. All the men walked into Lockout’s room.

“Figured we’d bring church to you,” Priest said.

“Great,” Lock muttered, then sighed.

He wasn’t the most pleasant patient while recovering. But I was just so damn happy that he was alive. When I’d woken up the next morning, Dani and Billie had held me as I’d sobbed again. I’d done my best to hold myself together while we’d searched for Lock. Sure I’d broken down when I found him, but it wasn’t until that next morning that I’d shed another tear.

Now, nursing him back to health was making me want to strangle him. Good thing I loved him. I paused in the act of cleaning up the room a little while the guys talked. It was still so weird to even have that thought. I loved Lockout. A smile spread across my face.

“I asked Warrant and Ruck to come, too,” Lock told Priest.

“We made sure they knew about the location change,” Hush replied.

As if on cue, the men walked in. Warrant looked around and frowned. “Thought it would be…more.”

My brows lifted at that. “More what?”

“Don’t know. Just more,” Warrant said with a shrug. “Cypher’s never let me in his bedroom, but I always pictured a fucking throne in there.”

That had everyone chuckling.

“Keely.”