Chapter10

***Savvy*** I woke to a low mummer's voices and an ugly brown ceiling rubbing my eyes again, letting out a small groan as the ceiling color did not change. I shifted, "God, what the hell happened?" lifting to look around. My eyes stopped when they landed on a group of men all sitting around. Wait, am I in Understaker's office? How the hell did I get in here? My eyes moved to each of them but stopped as a familiar pair of green eyes locked on mine. "All s**t," I mumbled, throwing myself back down, using my arms to cover my face. "All s**t is right, Savannah." Doug's deep voice came; I could tell by the sounds of it that he was pissed. That and he used my full name, making me wince. I try and remeber what happened or when I came in here. The last thing I know I was mopping the dam floor and now In in here on a freaking couch. Then it hit me, I must have passed out again. Sitting up, swinging my legs over the side of the couch, I sat upright, wiping my hand down my face. I heard shuffling, then footsteps. I know it was Doug as he walked with a limp, making his steps sound off. His shoes appear on the floor in front of me, making me look up. He held a worried expression on his face. and killed me. The last thing I need is to have him worrying over me. More footsteps followed till all of them were surrounding the sitting area. I raised a brow at them. With a deafeating sigh, "I passed out didnt I?" I said to no one in particular. "Yeah, you did, but do you remeber what happen before hand to make you pass out?" It was Undertaker who spoke. Letting myself think back, it was slowly coming to me. The shrieking woman who kicked my bucket over then came in here with them all as he drilled me about carrying. I remeber I got so upset and mentioning my husband caused this unbearable pain in my chest as it tightened. I recalled stomping out of here and running right into that little piss-head boy from the gas station. My shoulder dropped a bit, with a small nod. "Yeah, some," I say. Undertaker moves to sit on the chair, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, as his eye locked on mine. "Can you tell me what happened after you told me to pretty much told me to piss off about you carrying in my clubhouse and stormed out of here? What happened with Finn?" I scrunched my brows. "Finn?" I wasnt sure who he was. "Yeah, the guy Blue had on the floor was trying to chew his arm off." I made an O shape with my lips, pulling in a deep breath. "Truthfully, Im not sure. I remeber leaving out of here, Yes I was pissed. but not at any of you," I quickly added, cause I wasnt it was the pain of remembering why I had a carry permit. "I was heading out, I needed air, but I bumped into him again, and he started saying stuff, but I was lost in my own head, I needed out, and he was blocking me. I dont fully remeber but he said something and then the next thing I know, Blue was on him, and then all you came in." I trailed off as a pair of hazel eyes popped into my head. I snapped my head around, looking at each of them till my eyes landed on the same pair. They stared back at me with the same amount of intensity. "You," I say. He nods, "Me." I shake my head. "You were talking to me." He nodded again. " Yes. I was," "You were trying to get me to sit down?" It was more of a question than anything. With a tip of his head, "Sure was, but you didnt make it that far." "Savvy." Undertaker calls my name, I look over at him, "Finn said something about Blus attacking him again. Have you met him before?" With a small nod. "Yeah, the other week at the one gas station, I bumped into him by mistake he got supre mad I even said sorry and tried to leave, but he followed me out of the store, the store owner tried to calm him and there was other bikers with him who was doing the same, but he seemed super pissed like I did it on purpose or something." He shot a look at Shotgun, "What happened then?" He asked. "Well, I did warn him to back off. But he continued yelling and cursing at me. He came at me. I dodged his attack, let Blue out, then pressed my gun to his forehead." I shrugged, "f*****g hell," I hear Doug curse. "Wait. Let me get this right, he tried to hit you?" Shotgun asked as there was another low growl of cursing behind me. "Yes, but Im not someone who cant defend herself. He did back off after he got bitten badly on the arm. His ego wasn't too happy, and the other guys there got him to back off and leave." "And when was this?" Undertaker asked. "The night before I came in here about the job." "f*****g hell," He dropped his head, "Savvy." Doug's voice pulls my attention from the man standing there looking at me with a look I didnt understand. "Why did you call me?" He asked, "I ran into that asshole Poncho, and he was bragging about finally buying your place. Why didn't you call me and tell me?" I could hear the hurt in his voice. I needed him to know I didnt want to be a burden to him. He was already doing all he could for justice for Stephen. I saw how it bothered him when we lost, I couldnt bother him with more. I reached out, taking his hands in mine as another low growl came from behind me, but I didnt look back. "Doug, Im sorry, you already were doing so much for me at the time I couldnt ask for more, and besides, I need to figure things out on my own now." He huffed, "That's some bullshit in itself, Savannah Evans." I could hear the anger in his voice. He closed his eyes for a second before looking back at me. Squeezing my hands. "You are not alone, and there is no need to think like that. I will always help you with anything, no matter what it is. My help does not stop because he isn't here anymore, Savvy." His voice breaking on the last part, Lifting my hand to my chest, rubbing it as that familiar burn came back. "Im sorry, Doug. Im still trying to navigate through this, this is all new territory for me Im trying to do the best I can with what I have. I know you would help me, but I cant keep asking for help. I need to be able to stand on my own two feet." I know he means well, but I cant let everyone hold me up. "Savvy, I already feel like I let you down with the trial, but then hearing you sold your house was another punch to the gut. What am I to tell Hexley?" I sat up at the sound of my son's name, "Oh no, you will tell that boy nothing, you hear me? He has enough to worry about while he is over there; he does not need to have more piled on him. I need him to be safe, Douglass, not to come home in a body bag because he was side-tracked worrying about his grown ass mother." I hear someone mutter something about a firecracker under their breath. Doug just raised a brow at my words, "He will find out sooner than later, you think he dont have people reporting him, he is just like his father, Resourceful." Pointing my finger at him, "Doulglass Wright, if I find out you are my son's resource, I will shoot your gimpy ass." That earns a bark of laughs, and even the corner of Doug's lips tipped up. "Cold Savvy. That's just cold." He says as he tries not to laugh, cause he knows I will, it may not be with a real gun, but I will shoot him something.