Page 61 of Love Gamble
For now, anyway.
River and Romeo carry Tatum into the garage, and the rest of us head inside.
“There’s one little thing,” Jag says to me as we walk through the front door.
“What is it?” I ask, stopping when I come across Leif sitting in the lounge room, his foot resting on the arm of the leather couch. There’s a blood-soaked bandage around it.
“What the hell happened to you?” I ask, frowning.
“Your old lady shot me,” Leif says casually, opening a bar of chocolate and eating it, like it’s just another fucking day.
“Corey?”
“Yes,” comes her voice from behind me.
I turn and open my arms to her, and she runs into them. “You shot him?” I ask her, eyebrows rising.
She’s okay.
I’m okay.
I don’t care who she fucking shot.
“Yeah, long story,” she says, dangling her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. “I sent you a text about it, but you didn’t reply, so I had to take matters into my own hands. I’m glad you are home.”
“Me, too. Sorry, I have no idea where my phone went.”
Romeo steps into the room beside me. “Fucking hell, Corey. Julianna told me what happened.”
“He’s alive, though,” Corey says, pointing at him, like it makes it all okay. “At least I didn’t shoot him in the head.”
Romeo scrubs his hand down his face. “You are your brother’s sister, you know that?”
“He’s your brother, too,” she reminds him. He sighs.
“I’ll take Leif to see Dr. Shine,” Jag offers, looking to Romeo for confirmation.
Romeo nods. “Yeah, take Jeremiah with you, though.”
Jag rubs his hands together excitedly.
“Why do you look so happy?” Corey asks him.
“Have you seen Dr. Shine? She’s hot,” he replies, grinning. “Smoking hot.”
“Dr. Shine is our connection at the hospital. She helps us out and doesn’t ask any questions,” Romeo explains.
“I remember hearing her mentioned before,” Corey replies, looking over at Leif’s foot. “But I pictured an old man, not a hot woman.”
Jag helps Leif get up and supports him while he hops out of here. I turn to Corey and ask her to explain herself.
“Shit,” I whisper after she’s given me the rundown. “Of course you’d figure that all out.”
She smiles, wincing. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have taken your gun and shot him, but I thought I was protecting the club. That has to count for something right? I didn’t want to mess around in case he was going to hurt us. And Julian was in the house!”
It’s hard to argue with that logic. I’m also in awe of her. How she handled the situation, how she protected everyone. She’s strong, fierce, and a weapon in her own right. And I’d be lying if I said my cock wasn’t hard right now. She clearly has a violent side—when it’s justified.
“No more guns for you,” is all Romeo says to that. But then he pauses on his way past her and touches her shoulder. “But thank you. You are one badass chick, you know that?”