Revenge (Reckless Renegades MC Book 1) by Jessica Gadziala

Author:Jessica Gadziala [Gadziala, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-15T16:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

Sera

While a large part of me would have loved to blame the splitting in my head on falling when the bullet hit me, on hitting it off the edge of the closet molding, I knew there was only one explanation for it.

Vodka.

That delicious, pain-dulling, tricky bastard.

The tricky part was, it numbed the pain temporarily.

Then made you pay for it with a vengeance a few hours later.

I was starting to think I would prefer the throbbing pain of the bullet wound over the piercing pain of the hangover that was assaulting my brain.

Joey was to blame for it as well. Her good intentions mixed with her insistence that I Stop being so brave had her heavy-handed with the pours that eventually knocked me into oblivion for what seemed like a year due to the sandpaper of my eyelids, the cotton of my tongue.

I was so busy wallowing in my misery that it took me almost twenty minutes to realize I wasn't where I was supposed to be, that I wasn't in my own bed with my own sheets, with my own TV blasting.

These sheets were softer, likely costing more than what I paid for mine on clearance at Walmart. I swear mine could peel my skin they were so rough. There was also no TV on, though there were a bunch of noises, ones I sat there trying to place while I slung my forearm over my eyes, willing my brain to stop screaming.

The low hum of a vacuum cleaner.

The deep baritone of male voices in another room.

A lawn mower running.

"You want one of the pain pills they gave Cal after his knee surgery?"

My arm flew off my eyes as my head whipped to my side, the motion making the pain surge, whiting out my vision for a second.

"Yes," I told him as my eyes cleared, finding Thayer sitting up in the bed beside me, clothes clean, unrumpled, his eyes a little small, tired, but lacking the weight of stress that had been there since I'd first seen him.

He reached to the nightstand, fiddling with a pill bottle, turning back to hand me two pills and a bottle of water.

"Is everything okay?" I asked. "Where's Joey?"

"She's vacuuming."

"You're making her vacuum!" It was an accusation more than a question, but it rolled right off of Thayer.

"She wanted to vacuum. She's antsy. She watched you all night, but when I came in to tell her to go grab some breakfast, she said she'd rather help clean up. She's not feeling so hot, babe. I think we should just let her do what she needs to do to get through."

"She's going to need to go to detox," I murmured before taking the pill, chugging down the entire bottle of water.

"Yeah, she is."

"And then rehab."

"Probably the best bet."

It was going to cost a fortune, putting her through rehab. Sure, there were state-funded options. But they weren't the best. When I'd done some research on them, there was nothing positive ever said about them. I wanted more than that for Joey.

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