CHAPTER 6
“Sorry, sis, but Son of Anarchy’s gotta go.”
I’ve never seen the Sons of Anarchy show my brother’s referring to, so I really don’t understand. “Why are you kicking him out? Look at him.”
“It’s alright,” the biker insists—right before he presses a hand into the side of the van in a bid to remain standing. “I’ll handle this.”
“No, it’s not alright, and you’re not in the condition to handle anything but a bed,” I insist back. I turn back to my brother. “Why are you doing this?”
Ant just shrugs. “Need the room back.”
“You need the room back?” I repeat, spluttering. “What are you? Like a hospital? You’ve got other patients who need the bed?”
“Naw, we ain’t a hospital.” Ant sneers at me. “That’s why we’re kicking him out. He can’t stay here. We don’t know him like that.”
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