Page 40 of Pedal to the Metal
He slowly nods his head up and down. I smile so much, my cheeks began to ache. We all start talking, asking Jager questions every so often. Mostly just enjoying us all being together. I’m so into our conversation that I don’t realize how much time has gone by. I hear a light knock on the door and Mouse walks in.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Prez,” he starts, then looks to me. “I have Raze on the phone. He’s been trying to reach you.”
“Oh shit! I think I left my phone in the car,” I respond to Mouse. I look to Jager. “We’ll probably have to leave, but I’ll be back soon. You keep getting better. We need you.”
Jager squeezes my hand, and I place a kiss on the top of his head before heading out of the room. As soon as I walk out of the room, Mouse hands me his phone.
“Hello?” I purr out.
“Minx,” Raze breathes out. “How’s Jager doing?”
“He’s awake, but can’t talk yet. He still has the breathing tube in. He’s alert though.”
“That’s good. Hey, listen . . .” he pauses for a brief second. “I have some club business to take care of. I’m not sure how long it will take. I’ll try to keep you updated, but if I’m not back before you go to bed, you can crash in my room at the clubhouse.”
“Thanks, Mason,” I whisper so only he hears me and he growls. “And be careful out there. Come back to me in one piece.”
“I will, Kitty. I’ll see you soon. Try to stay out of trouble.” There’s a trace of humor in his tone.
“I’ll try.” I laugh, and we hang up. I know better than to ask him what the club business is because it’s just that— club business. I may be the club princess, but I’m not even his old lady. I know my place.
“Ready to go back to the clubhouse?” I ask Mouse and Rivet as I hand Mouse his phone back.
“Ten-four. Let’s go.” Rivet responds. I can’t help but chuckle at her.
The ride back to the clubhouse is just as quiet as it was there. Only this time, it’s not as tense. My heart is so full. Spending time with Jager and talking to him now that he’s awake was just what I needed. When we pull up to the clubhouse, there are a handful of bikes. It looks like most of the guys are out dealing with whatever club business Raze mentioned. It’s quiet in the clubhouse. There was a prospect at the gate and Sketch and Hollywood are the only two in the main room. And now Mouse, Rivet and I.
“Where were y’all at?” Sketch asks as we walk in.
“We went to visit Jager,” I tell him, moving to sit on the couch next to him.
“How was he?”
“Good.” I smile. “He was really good.”
We settle into a comfortable conversation and talk for hours. At some point, someone ordered pizza, and we all ate. The guys dealing with club shit still weren’t back and I was starting to get tired. By the time I decided to go to Raze’s room, it was just after ten.
I walk into his room, and I’m instantly assaulted by his scent. Even without him physically here, the smell of mahogany, jasmine, and musk still has a calming effect on me as if he were here. I close the door behind me, taking a glance around his room.
It’s pretty plain and so clean. No pictures, no decorations, nothing on the floor. He has a bed, with grey blankets, a desk, couch, and TV. There’s a private, full bathroom. It’s a cozy room.
I walk over to the closet and take out one of his shirts to wear. It’s a black shirt with the Savage Menaces colors on it. I change into it, taking my shorts and bra off, and climb into Raze’s bed. I turn the TV on and a Fast and the Furious movie is playing. I smirk. These movies are my favorites! The only thing that could make this better is having Raze here with me. I send up a prayer to the gods to keep Raze and the guys safe, and also for Jager to keep getting better.
After a few minutes, I drift off to sleep.
