He rolled his eyes and went to find his phone. After dialing Superman to get him some food and shaving cream, he went to find some clothes. He had to get out of the damn apartment and do something or he was going to go mad. After getting dressed, he answered the door for his friends, letting them in the apartment.
“I need to do some laundry and there isn’t a facility in the building.” Ryker pointed to the prospect named Rooster. “That means we’ll need to take the van.”
“Are you sure? You just had fucking surgery?”
“I’m good.” He still favored his side and walked with a slight limp but he was fucking fine. Not his first fight and he damn sure wasn’t going let it keep him down. Not when he had business to do and a life to live.
“I’m surprised Ella hasn’t killed you yet.” Vampire sat on the couch with a biscuit he’d taken from the fast food bag. “You promised to cooperate and here you are going out like nothing fucking happened.”
Ryker paused in grabbing the shaving cream. “Do you think that’s why she’s mad at me right now?”
“Probably.” Vampire took a bite. “You’re the worst patient I know.”
He exhaled. “Fuck.”
Ella had made him agree to stay in the apartment—with no club business—and he hadn’t held up his end of the bargain. Ryker went to the bathroom to shave, cleaning up the mess they’d both made that morning. Hell, he couldn’t bend like he wanted to, but he sure as hell could move around.
“For the record, I’m siding with Ella,” Vampire commented. “You nearly died. The woman saved your life. The least you can do is placate her with the whole bed rest thing.”
“There goes your VP patch when I become president.”
Vampire flipped him off. “She’s a good person. We talked while you were in surgery. She was really worried about you, asshole. Maybe she’s worried about all the shit with Razor. She hates the fucker.”
Ryker glanced over at Superman. “What do you think?”
“I think you should do what she says. You’re no good to us dead.”
Ryker groaned. “Fine. I’m not going to leave the fucking apartment for five more days. If I end up in the insane asylum, then we’ll conduct club business from there.”
The prospect laughed. “It’s almost fitting.”
Ryker nodded. “Go. Leave. See if you can find out where Razor is. I’ll call if I need you to do something for me. I feel like I haven’t ridden my bike in a year.”
Vampire stood. “Are you taking pain pills?”
“No.” He wasn’t going there. They’d had him on some loopy medicine at the hospital, and it was an adjustment to live with the soreness, but he’d survive.
“Can you get it up?”
Ryker scoffed, offended. “I’m not dead.”
“Then fuck your girl.” Vampire opened the door. “Hell, she hasn’t had sex since the last time you two fucked. It would relieve some of the tension and give you intimacy and shit. Try it.”
He let his friends out and closed the door behind them. He seriously doubted lack of sex was Ella’s problem. He wasn’t even sure where they stood about that issue. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced around at the messy apartment. He couldn’t stand living in his own filth.
Two hours of cleaning led to his need to take a break. He lay on the couch and clicked the TV on. A knock came at the door and he groaned. He stood and went to answer it, finding Ella’s father on the other side.
“Can I speak with you for a minute?”
Ryker stepped back and let the other man in. He closed the door and walked back to his spot on the couch, finding the remote and clicking the TV off.
“My daughter means the world to me.” He glanced around, struggling for the words. “I don’t want you to come between me and her.”
Ryker stared at him. “What are you talking about?”
“Ella. She blew up at me while you were in surgery. She said that this was my fault.” He stared at Ryker. “I would love nothing more than to take your slimy club down, but my daughter has feelings for you. For whatever reason, she thinks you’re different.”
Ryker didn’t know what to say to the man. They weren’t the best of friends and they definitely didn’t see eye to eye about anything.