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“I… did I go out?”
He groaned. “Ryder, you went to some bars last night with the boys. Do you remember that?”
I stared back at him, still fighting the grogginess I’d woken with.
“I did?”
More faces were peering at me again; Doc, and Stitch.
“Get out of the way, you two,” Doc barked, moving close enough to shine a fucking torch, or some equally agonising shit in my eyes, while I cursed and shoved him away.
“Hold him still. I need to check him over.”
Reacher and Stitch held my arms, while he came at me with that thing again. After that, he checked my pulse. Checked my neck, for god only knows what. He just kept saying hmmm.
“This is how you found him?”
“Apart from his junk hanging out for all to see, yeah.”
Doc frowned down at me, but he was still speaking over me instead of to me.
“Well, he’s clearly coming down, or up, from something. I’d say he was doped up with god only knows what. Ryder… what’s the last thing you remember?”
“What? Fuck knows. Apparently I went to some bars, or something.”
“No. What do youremember?I didn’t ask what these dipshits have already told you!”
I groaned, squeezing my eyes closed to shut out everything and everyone in the room.
“I don’t fucking know, okay? I don’t remember the bars. I don’t remember anything. I just woke up here.”
“He was out cold, in the yard,” Reacher muttered, turning to yell at one of the prospects again.
“Get Ice out of bed. I want him checking all the footage from outside last night. If someone dumped him here, I want to know who, and I want to know now.Go.”
I stared at them blankly. “Someone drugged me?”
My stomach was roiling again, yeah, something was definitely disagreeing with my body.
“Someone dumped you here, drugged, and… half undressed…”Jesus. My pants were undone. What the fuck did they do to me?
That roiling in my stomach became a torrent of explosive vomiting, and my brothers barely made it out of the way, before I was on my hands and knees on the wooden floor, throwing up like I’d taken it up as a fucking sport.
“Jesus. Get the prospects in to clear this up,” Reacher muttered to someone.
Then I was being lifted again, and dragged out of the room. I must have passed out. I was in the, well, what we call ‘the infirmary’, when I woke up.
“Brother, I’ve got you on an IV. Just keep still for now. You’ve been in and out of it for a while.”
I stared at the doc as he came over to stand by the side of the bed.
“What happened to me?”
He frowned. “No idea, kid, but we’re gonna find that out. And I’m pretty sure the Pres is gonna want to make an example of them. Nobody fucks with the club, you know?”
That much was true, but of all of the thirty odd members of this club, why me? What the hell had I done to someone, to make them want to do whatever the hell was done to me?
Doc cleared his throat. “You don’t remember anything at all?”
