Page 62 of Joyride
A couple weeks go by.Sketch has been taking it as easy as he can without going crazy. The man can’t stay still for too long. The past couple days, he’s been hanging out at Savage Repairs. He still can’t work, but he’s been keeping an eye on the prospects while they work. Making sure they don’t fuck anything up. While he’s at the shop, I’ve been spending time with Cali and Caden, getting my baby fix in.
“How are you and Sketch doing,” Cali asks. She’s warming up a bottle for Caden, while I get some snuggles in.
“We’re doing really well.” I flash her a genuine smile.
“Have you talked to him about what happened while you were with Zack?”
“What do you mean.” I give her a questioning glance.
“You had a black eye when you came back,” she states. “I know you didn’t get it from running into a wall.”
“Oh, that.”
“Oh, that? What else happened, Wren?” I can feel her eyes boring into me.
“Um . . .” I hesitate, looking from her to Caden and back to her. “He forced himself on me.”
“What the hell?” Cali shouts. “Please tell me you’ve told Sketch? Zack needs to fucking pay for that.”
“I actually haven’t told him yet,” I admit.
“You’re not afraid to, are you?”
“No, I just haven’t been ready to talk about it,” I tell her. “I will soon, though.”
She leaves it alone at that, handing me Caden’s bottle. I feed him and soak up the moment. He’ll be walking before everyone knows it.
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Sketch
It’s beentwo weeks since I was shot and we got Wren back. I’m supposed to be taking it easy, but sitting around the clubhouse all day is making me go fucking stir crazy. For the last two days, I’ve been hanging out at Savage Repairs. Mostly with Raze, Saint, and Rascal. Today, Buster is here with us, checking on some of his clients’ cars. He’s spent the last couple weeks at home with Cali and Caden, being a new dad.
“How are you feelin’ today, brother?” Rascal is working on a 2018 Harley Davidson Sportster Iron 883. It’s a good looking bike.
I take a hit of my pen. “It hurts, but smokin’ dulls the pain. I miss my fuckin’ bike.”
“That’s the worst part of gettin’ shot,” he laughs. “That and not bein’ able to get your dick wet.”
I chuckle. “That would be your top concern.”
“What can I say? I love me some pussy.”
We both laugh.
“Yo, Sketch. You ready to head back to the house?” Buster calls out.
“Hell yeah,” I reply. We said goodbye to everyone and head out. The drive to his house seems to take forever.
“How are you and Wren doin’,” he asks.
“We’re great. She’s been takin’ real good care of me.”
“That’s good, man. Has she opened up about anything that might have happened with Zack?”
I freeze. I hate hearing that fucker’s name. “Nah. I’ve tried to get her to talk, but I don’t want to push her. I’ve assured her I’m here when she’s ready to talk.”
“Sometimes, that’s all you can do. She’s a strong woman,” he says.
