Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sway lay on the sofa with Lottie sitting at her feet as they watched a rerun of The Golden Girls . She was tired of being locked down at the safehouse.
After being taken to the small clinic where Razor and his partner had patched her and Vicious up, she had been brought there to recover.
She was thankful she hadn’t been hidden away alone. Unfortunately, her companion wasn’t Vicious. No, it was Lottie, who complained at least ten times a day to anyone who would listen.
The reason for them being tucked away was that the Royal Bastards were rounding up all of Dawson Franks’s henchmen.
What surprised Sway the most was that Tea and Kiki, along with Zoe and the other girls, came by to care for her. They brought groceries and any other items Sway and Lottie needed. Sway still didn’t trust Zoe farther than she could throw her, but she did like the other girls. There were always at least two brothers at the safehouse at all times watching over them, which should’ve made her feel better but it made her feel like a prisoner.
Even Teller had stayed with them, helping to protect them. He told her that things would go back to normal soon, but Sway knew that was a lie. They’d never be normal again. The scars on her body would always be a reminder.
She hadn’t spoken to Vicious or seen him since the warehouse. Sway slowly sat up, careful not to pull at her sutures. Her wound was healing, and Razor said two more weeks and the stitches could be removed. Getting up, Sway headed for the kitchen to find something to eat.
“Sway, can I help you?”
“I’m fine, Lottie.”
“Are you?”
“No.” Sway felt deflated. Lost. Most of all, she felt abandoned. She knew it was stupid, but she hadn’t heard a word from Vicious. There were no phones in the safehouse, no way to keep in touch with anyone. It was beginning to weigh on her mental health. Her mind ran on an endless loop, and she imagined Vicious being on life support alone in a sterile room like Tesh had been.
Did Vicious not want her anymore and didn’t know what to do about her? Tears ran down her face and off her chin. Sway thought her daily pity party was ridiculous. “Lottie?”
“I’m right here.”
“We’re leaving.”
“It’s about damn time. I’ll get us packed. ”
“Fuck it. Leave it for the brothers to pack it up. Let’s go.” Sway headed straight for the door and yanked it open to find Teller standing outside in the hall, talking to two of the other brothers. “Sway. Lottie.”
“Teller, we’re done.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, and we’re leaving.”
“Would you mind talking to me for five minutes?”
Sway sighed and turned around, heading back inside. Crossing her arms over her chest, she gave Teller a bored look. “What?”
Lottie mimicked Sway’s stance and waited to hear what Teller had to say.
Teller shut the door and moved farther into the apartment. “I need the two of you to stay one more night. I promise, tomorrow, we’ll take you both home.”
“Teller, why can’t I speak with Vicious? Is he even alive?”
“Damn, Sway. Vicious is alive. I wouldn’t keep that from you.”
“Then why?”
“Sit down, please.”
Sway sat down with Lottie holding her hand tightly. She promised herself she’d handle whatever Teller told them with dignity. She wouldn’t give him her tears. “Please tell me.”
Teller stared at the two headstrong women. Vicious was in for one hell of time with Sway. “Vicious was placed in a medically-induced coma for a week. Before you abuse my ears with questions, let me finish.” When they remained quiet, he continued.
“Vicious has been healing just as you have. I know you think this entire situation is unfair, but I promise you, it’s been a necessity. If Vicious would’ve been seen coming here or you going where he’s been, someone could’ve followed either of you. We wanted time to quietly and efficiently locate anyone associated with Franks and Michel. We’ve located and spoken to all of them.”
Yeah, that sounded like the truth , he thought. They had located them and spoken to them, and the ones who refused to turn against the two men were relocated.
“You mean you’ve killed them.”
“No.” Teller looked at Sway and smirked. Smart cookie. “Not all of them. Everyone who touched you, yes, they’ve been dealt with.”
“Will I see Vicious tomorrow? Does he even want to see me?”
“Woman, the only thing keeping him in line is the idea of seeing you.” Teller held up his hand as his phone rang. “What? Send them up.” Hanging up, he turned his attention back to Sway and Lottie.
“I have a couple brothers coming up. They’ll be with you two tonight.” He saw the furious look Sway gave him.
Sway continued to glare at Teller. “You aren’t my favourite.”
“As long as you’re safe, I can live with that.” Shoving to his feet, Teller headed for the door. Opening it, he waved in the two brothers who would be babysitting the girls. “Come on in.”
“Ladies, these two gentlemen will be on guard tonight. Do not abuse them. Becks, Big Texas, this is Sway, Vicious’s ol’ lady, and her best friend, Lottie.” When no one said anything, Teller walked out with the two brothers. “Do. Not. Let them leave.”
“No problem,” both men said.
Waving them off, Teller headed for the stairs, leaving Big Texas and Becks with their work cut out for them. Now, he needed to meet the rest of the chapter back at the clubhouse. They had a little party to get Vicious to. Some things needed to be settled so his VP could be solely focused on his and Sway’s recovery.