Page 42 of Tattered Souls
Dom straightened then and said, “Got my SUV here. It should be better to get her to your place. I’ll drive your car back to your house.”
I held out my hand and said, “Thanks, brother.”
He lifted his chin.
***
Five minutes later, I had Tatum loaded up in Dom’s SUV, and we were pulling out of the hospital, when I asked, “Want to stop anywhere on the way home?”
I caught her glance at me, as she bit her bottom lip, then she winced, as she brought her fingers to her cheek.
I tightened my hold on the wheel.
Wishing I had punched Lance even harder.
He needed another broken bone... or ten. Or hell, I’d be happy with all of them being broken.
“What is it, Tink?” I asked as I stopped at the stoplight.
Hesitantly, she asked, “I’m hungry. Can we stop and get me some soup at Chick-fil-A?”
I nodded. “Sounds good. Been wanting to get a sandwich from there.”
We stopped at Chick-fil-A in the drive-thru. I ordered her soup, and my sandwich, paid, got our food, and then we headed to my house.
And in the driveway and along the road, I saw vehicles. So many vehicles that they took up almost the entire end of the road I lived on.
Nothing was better than living in a small town.
And if I ever needed proof, all I had to do was remember today.
‘Failure is a bruise. Not a tattoo.’
– John Sinclair
Chapter 9
Tatum
I eyed Garrick as he drove to his house.
Honestly, everything that had taken place once Lance hit me felt like a blur.
I was still trying to wrap my head around everything Garrick had done since I called him.
I had no clue that he would actually come.
And then I felt like a bitch.
How many times has Garrick been there for me?
How many times have his actions shown that I could trust him?
The answer... more times than I can count.
The moment we pulled down his road, and I saw all the vehicles, I felt my face go white. “What on earth?”
I felt Garrick’s eyes on me as he maneuvered Dom’s SUV down the road, and then he pulled into his driveway.
