The Crafting of Rage (Rage MC Book 4) by Elizabeth N. Harris

Author:Elizabeth N. Harris [Harris, Elizabeth N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2020-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven.

Surrounded by Ezra, Lowrider, Lex, and Mac, I sat fiddling in the hospital as they stood guard as we waited for my appointment. I’d been to x-ray, and now we were just waiting for the doctor. The plan was to check on the breaks in my arm, wrist, leg, and my eye socket, which in honesty, bothered me. My face was lopsided, and I couldn’t look in a mirror, it bothered me so much I’d covered the mirror with a towel. Of course, Lowrider noticed this but he gritted his teeth and didn’t say a word.

A week had passed after my episode, and I’d met with the therapist, Janet, twice. Janet visited the clubhouse after office hours, and Ezra paid her a whack to do so. Janet was lovely, and we’d chatted about the kids and the new business I’d suddenly started. We discussed how overwhelming the MC had been in its kindness.

Avoidance had kicked in, I spoke of my designs and what I was currently making but avoided discussing Thomas. Janet listened and asked questions and asked if I wanted her to return. The question didn’t take much thought, therapy is what I needed, so an agreement was reached. Janet returned four days later, and this time I spoke of the fear that Thomas wouldn’t stop hunting for me. And I spoke of the horror of Dixon forcing Ezra away. The panic subsided somewhat after those appointments.

Janet booked me in for twice a week and scheduled the next four weeks. Lowrider, Drake, and Ezra were relieved that I agreed to keep on seeing Janet. The gloomy vibe that had been running through the club eased.

Lowrider had been right. The minute I started designing cushions and making blankets and drawing jewellery designs, Axel was up in my space. Axel gave me shit about turning the rec room into a pussy club and then got into what I was doing. When I offered to let the big man try a turn, Axel offered a disgusted stare and asked if he’d misplaced his dick.

I’d laughed when Axel thundered away only to return the minute, I started something else. Lowrider was puzzled that I was working on several things at once. He thought it more productive to concentrate on one thing, and I explained if I did that, I’d get bored. And if I got bored, I didn’t want to make stuff or finish what I was doing.

Lowrider frowned and stretched out on the bed and watched me soldering delicate links to a slave chain. Come Sunday, there were two double crocheted blankets, one king-size, two slave chain, earrings, necklaces, rings, ankle bracelets. There were thirty Rage cushions too, two baby quilts and a couple of large double bed size quilts with a Rage emblem dead centre. I’d started making a rug and Silvie by Sunday could crochet a simple single colour blanket.

After an intense discussion, Silvie and I agreed that for every blanket or item Silvie made she’d get twenty percent of the selling price.

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