Wirth (Dirty Aces MC Book 5) Lane Hart (book suggestions TXT) 📖

and see Nash’s bike hiding parallel to a big, green bush next to the cement driveway. I push mine up next to his; because even though it’s dark, there’s no reason to leave my Yamaha out on the street for a nosy neighbor to get the license plate written down.

I send him a quick text before I go up to the door and scare the shit out of him or his sister. Nash comes to the door to open it rather than respond by return text.

“Hey, man. You coming to check on the guys?” he asks when he strolls out holding open the glass door, leaving the main door open for the light from inside to shine on the porch steps.

“Yeah. Haven’t heard any updates in a while and was feeling antsy,” I admit to him.

“Come on in. Fiasco’s been in and out of sleep.”

“Oh yeah? That’s a good sign,” I say when he turns to go back inside and I follow him, shutting and locking the deadbolt on the front door behind me.

“Hope Joanna doesn’t mind another visitor tonight…” he trails off.

“How’s that going?” I ask him quietly. “Have you, you know, told her yet?”

“Not yet,” he whispers.

“What the hell are you waiting for, man?”

“I don’t know,” he says, turning around to face me. “I’m not sure how she’ll react. Until Fiasco is out of here, I think it’s best to not bring it up just yet.”

“Yeah,” I reply since I can’t fault him for being worried about her kicking us all to the curb for keeping that secret.

“Joanna’s in the bedroom with Fiasco if you want to go on in,” he says.

I glance around the small house and ask, “Where’s Hunt? He already left?”

“Ah, not exactly,” Nash grumbles. “He’s in the bathroom.”

“He doing okay?”

“Oh yeah,” he says with a grin. “If you listen closely, you can hear the sounds of just how much better he’s feeling right now.”

Once we stop talking, I can, in fact, hear a repetitive thumping sound and…soft moans from the hallway.

Nash clears his throat and says, “Joanna’s friend, Casey, has been helping with Hunt’s recovery in a multitude of ways.”

“So, he is obviously feeling better. Good for him I guess.” I’m also relieved because knowing Hunt’s busy fucking another woman is even more proof that he doesn’t have his heart set on Maeve. Or best of all, his dick.

“I’m going to see if Lucy can come give us a ride out of here once they’re finished,” Nash explains. “Unless Casey takes him home with her. Apparently, he was feeling self-conscious about the side of his head and ear being messed up. Joanna doesn’t approve of her going this far to show him he’s still, ‘an attractive, virile man that women will want.’” Whispering, he adds, “I think my sister is a bit of a prude. Either that, or she thinks her and her friends are too good for bikers…”

“She’s probably just being protective of her friend,” I tell him.

“Yeah. Maybe,” he agrees with a shrug. “Go on in and see Fiasco if you want. It’s a little quieter in there with the door shut.”

“Okay, thanks,” I tell him when I start down the hall.

Turning the doorknob, I slip into the bedroom and apparently startle Joanna. The woman who was lying fully clothed on her side facing Fiasco suddenly sits up wide-eyed in surprise at seeing me.

“Jeez, you scared me,” she says, clutching her chest.

“Sorry,” I whisper. “Nash told me to come on in. How’s he doing?” I nod my chin to the big, blond, shirtless man lying prone next to her, taking up more than half of her queen bed, sound asleep.

She lies back down with her head propped up on her arm facing him. “He’s in and out. Mostly out. When he wakes up, he’s in pain, so I give more morphine.”

“Lucky you had that here.”

“I had a friend steal it from the hospital pharmacy,” she responds without looking at me.

“Oh.”

“I took tomorrow off to keep an eye on him.”

“Thank you,” I tell her. “We really appreciate you helping him, even though you don’t know us.”

“You didn’t really leave me much of a choice,” she says with a smile when she turns to face me. “But the money was a nice and much needed surprise for me and Casey both.”

“Yeah, and it looks like your friend is breaking her own rule,” I remark, jutting my thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the bathroom.

“Sexual healing is a real thing. Or so Casey believes,” she jokes.

“Oh yeah? Then maybe you should try that with Fiasco,” I tease. “Nothing would get him up faster than a woman’s touch.”

“Not going to happen,” she says with a shake of her head before she goes back to staring at him. “Well, not unless he gets worse. He is incredibly handsome.”

“What God gave him in looks he took from his IQ,” I say with a chuckle.

“That’s just mean!” she whispers.

“It’s the truth. Just wait until he wakes up,” I tell her.

Fuck, I really hope he wakes up.

And until then, I’m going to do all I can to find out who is responsible for hurting him.

Chapter Ten

Maeve

There’s a loud knock on my door the next afternoon while I’m doing laundry to pass the time. I have no doubt it’s my brother since I’m assuming the Knights are all still out of town.

I’m not really in the mood to deal with Rian, not after he and Cormac lied to me, but that’s the thing about family – you have to love them even when you hate them.

Making sure it is, in fact, my brother, I put my eye up to the peephole; and all it takes is a flash of his auburn hair for me to start unlocking the door.

“You need to stop coming by here,” I say when I jerk it open. “One of the Knights or girls could see you.”

“Hello to you too, sis,” he huffs before pushing right past me, inviting himself inside.

“Have you forgotten