I sit back down.
I’ll be going to get what’s mine, but first, I need to sober my ass up.
* * *
I wake up to water being thrown on my face.
“What the fuck,” I growl, wiping my eyes and opening them to look up into Faye’s, Anna’s, and Lana’s angry gazes.
Fuck.
“This is an intervention,” Faye states, then looks to me and says, “I always wanted to give someone else one, and this is my chance.”
I remember when Faye was pregnant with Clover, the men held an intervention over her OCD.
“I don’t need a fuckin’ intervention. I’m not breaking into people’s rooms to clean them, like you were.”
Anna and Lana both snicker at that.
“This isn’t about me, this is about you, and the fact that you’re asleep on the game room floor, like a drunken bum, while Shay has spent the entire day with Ranger, who, if you didn’t know, is one of the hottest men any of us have ever seen.”
Wait, what?
I sit up and narrow my eyes. “How do you know this?”
“We spoke to her,” Faye says, wrinkling her nose at me. “You need to take a shower, because you smell like alcohol, and go talk to your woman. She’s beautiful, brave, and smart, and I’m sure Ranger has noticed all these things. Do you really want your child to be raised by the Wild Men?”
I see red as that image comes to me.
“Exactly,” Anna adds, offering me her hand to get up. “If you don’t make things right, you’ll regret it, Vinnie. And Shay needs you right now. You’re meant to be a team, but you’ve bailed and she’s carrying the heavy load.”
“Literally,” Lana says, making the women giggle in amusement together.
“Where is she?” I ask them, taking Anna’s hand and getting off the floor. My head hurts, and I’m pretty sure I’m still a little drunk, but I’ve waited too long as it is. I need to find Shay and tell her that I love her, and that I’m sorry. Yeah—I’m fuckin’ sorry for being so selfish.
“I’m not sure—Talon has put her somewhere. A house, it sounds like. She’s not at their clubhouse,” Faye says, typing on her phone. “I’ll message Shay and ask her if maybe we can come over to see her too. She said she’s missing Colt and wants him, so I’m sure if you bring her him, she’d be in a much better mood than if you walked in without him.”
She was missing Colt, but no mention of missing me?
It hits me just how badly I’ve fucked up, how much Shay must be hurting right now because of me. I’ve been such a dick that she actually left me, without even talking about it first, because she knew exactly how I’d react. And I did react that way; she’d been right. If she’d told me herself, who knew what shit I’d have said in the moment, shit I wouldn’t have been able to take back.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I say, looking at the three women. “Try to find out where she is, if not I’ll call Talon and tell him I’ll show up at his fuckin’ clubhouse if he doesn’t tell me her location.”
“What are you going to do?” Faye asks, looking wary. “You can’t show up there alone, are you crazy? I know Talon wouldn’t hurt you, but what about the others?”
“Take Arrow with you,” Anna says, pulling out her phone. “You can’t go alone, Vinnie. Otherwise we’ll follow you there. I think we’d be great backup, and we always miss out on the action.”
“I’m going to bring my new gun,” Faye says, rubbing her hands together.
“You’re pregnant,” Lana reminds her. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
“None of you are going anywhere,” I yell, losing my temper. “I’m going alone, and that’s final. I’m not even taking Colt. If she wants him, she can come back here where she belongs to get him.”
I leave them standing there staring at me and jump in the shower. I get dressed quickly, then call Talon and tell him I’m coming. He gives me the address, but says that if Shay wants me to go, I have to. I agree, even though I won’t be giving up that easily, and get on my bike. The ride takes me twenty minutes, and I think about what I’m going to say the whole way. It isn’t something easy to talk about—the things that ran through my mind when I found out she’s pregnant aren’t things she needs to know or things that I’ll ever say out loud.
No, I won’t be telling her those thoughts, just the ones after.
I just hope that she will forgive me.
FORTY-THREE
Shayla
THE familiar rumble of a bike has me looking at Talon with narrowed eyes.
“Told you he’d come,” he says, standing and walking to the front door. He opens it and we both watch as Vinnie walks up the pathway. “Do you want me to stay or leave the two of you alone?”
“Alone, if you don’t mind,” I tell my cousin. The things that are going to come out definitely don’t need to be heard by a third party.
“Call me if you need me. I’ll wait close by,” he says, kissing my temple.
“Thanks, Talon,” I tell him, truly grateful to have him in my life. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
His green eyes soften, then harden as they land on Vinnie. I step away from the door and walk into the living room, and Vinnie follows me. I hear Talon close the front door as he leaves. Here we are, the moment I knew would come, but one that I’ve feared the outcome. He came for me, yes, but he sure did take his time. He must have been conflicted. Or maybe he knew what he wanted, he just didn’t know how to tell me because it’s bad news. Or maybe he’s just angry at me for leaving. I don’t know, but I’m about to find out.