Page 62 of Nitro

Besides, I wanted to annoy my mate a little, not piss him off. Nitro and Marc were probably worried sick by now.

"Well then, come inside. You probably need clothes," Spike said, motioning for me to enter.

He went to his closet and pulled out jogging pants and a shirt for me.

While I would have preferred wearing Nitro's clothes, I wasn't about to ask an injured shifter to go to Nitro's room just for my comfort.

Spike turned around as I finished changing forms, and then I put my clothes on.

I could hear him tapping away on his phone, presumably informing Nitro of my whereabouts.

Spike wasn't exactly being subtle, and he probably felt honor-bound to his best friend or something.

"You told him I was here?" I asked.

"Don't be mad," Spike quickly replied.

“I’m not, or I’m not angry at you at the very least,” I said.

"What happened between you two anyway? Didn't you two leave the MC clubhouse all lovey-dovey?" Spike asked.

Spike took a seat on the chair next to the bed, looking like he wanted a change from lying down.

Since there was no other furniture in the room that wasn't draped with used clothing or other things, I opted to sit on his bed.

Normally, I would confide in Dylan about anything and everything, but for now, Spike had to do.

So I told him about Marc's unexpected visit, the threatening note left on my doorstep, and having enough of Marc and Nitro ignoring me completely.

"Someone threatened you?" Spike asked, furrowing his brows.

"That's the only thing you got from everything I've told you?" I demanded.

"I mean, sure, your brother and Nitro were jerks," Spike automatically said. "I don't know what to do about your brother, but I could punch Nitro in the face for you."

That made me smile. "Not too hard, okay? I kind of like his face," I pointed out.

Spike chuckled. "Yeah, that I know,” Spike replied.

I turned serious again.

"Spike, was I...childish for running away? I knew I was," I said with a bitter laugh. "Why did I even ask that question?"

"Hey, Tommy? You're being too hard on yourself," Spike said. "If things get too tough, I might do the same. You've been through a lot in the past."

"Yeah, but I can't always use that excuse," I muttered, feeling guilty all of a sudden. "Marc and Nitro must be worried sick about me by now."

"Nah, they'll get over it," Spike assured me.

"I should offer you a drink. Forgot," Spike said, bending over a mini fridge next to him I hadn't noticed before.

He continued, "I don't get many visitors; usually, it's just Nitro."

"I'm sure you've been visited by your MC brothers since you got injured," I offered.

Spike scoffed. "Nah, only Nitro hangs out with me. The rest just tolerates me. Anyway, back to that note. Do you have any idea who it is?" Spike asked.

I pondered his question, but my mind came up blank.