Page 9 of Carrie's Strength
“I’m fine. I lost my balance and hit my head. Can we maybe take this somewhere private so I can get cleaned up?” I ask as I can see a crowd has formed behind the guys.
“Yeah, sure, babydoll,” Jason says as he helps me up.
Tank and Wrench follow us to our room at the clubhouse. Carefully sitting on the bed, Jason heads into the bathroom for the first aid kit.
“Carrie, do you want to tell us what’s really going on?” Wrench asks.
“What do you mean?” Jason says, coming out of the bathroom looking confused.
“Seriously?” Wrench states with a surprised look on his face.
“Gorgeous, even I can tell you didn’t fall and hit your head. You’ve had two beers at most,” Tank says.
“No, I didn’t fall and hit my head, but I didn’t want to say anything in front of the audience we had in the hallway. I was going to the restroom when someone pushed me up against the wall and smashed something into the back of my head,” I tell them.
I can feel the rage coming off all three of them in waves.
“And what else happened?” Jason asks.
That man knows me well.
“They may have whispered something to me, but not loud enough for me to recognize their voice.” I honestly don’t want to tell them what they said.
“You need to tell us what they said, gorgeous. I get the feeling you don’t want to, but that means you need to,” Tank says, gritting his teeth.
“Okay, but if I tell you, none of you can go off and act stupid,” I pointedly tell them.
Jason barely looks like he is holding on.
“They said, ‘I know what you are. You may have everyone fooled, but not me. I know what you are, and I will have my fill again,’” I tell them.
If I thought they were angry before, it is nothing compared to the look of pure rage on each of their faces now.
“Someone in our clubhouse right now said that shit to you,” Wrench spits out while pulling his phone out and sending a message.
I don’t have long to wonder who he messaged when there is a knock at the door and BJ, Bull, and my dad all enter.
I stay on the bed while they huddle near the door, talking in whispered voices and looking over at me every so often. Yeah, this shit is not going to work for me.
“Erm, you do all realize I’m in the room and know you’re talking about me. That shit is just plain rude. Talk to me, and I will answer any questions, but do not discuss me like I am not in the room and cannot speak for myself,” I tell them all.
The shocked look on all their faces would be comical if I wasn’t so pissed.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, we didn’t mean to be rude. The boys were just filling me in on what happened. But you are right, we should have asked you. I will make sure we don’t do that again,” BJ tells me.
“Thank you, Prez. I appreciate it,” I tell him honestly.
“I’m going to find out who hurt you in my clubhouse. This is a safe space, Carrie,” BJ continues.
“You might want to start with Dog,” I tell him.
“Dog?” BJ asks, confused.
“I noticed recently he’s been acting strange, and when he thinks no one is looking, the evil looks he throws my way give me the creeps. Tank witnessed it earlier,” I say.
BJ and Joker turn to look at Tank.
“I was going to mention it, but hadn’t had a chance. I did see the look he gave her earlier tonight, and it was not friendly,” Tank tells everyone.
