CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Blaser was a terrible patient. He didn’t listen, wouldn’t follow instructions, and believed he knew better. Pigheaded, that’s what he was.
To Ruger’s credit, he backed Lyssa in every way, but it didn’t matter. Blaser kept on insisting he was going to the club. On the condition that she and Ruger go too, they compromised. With the antibiotics and painkillers, she hoped he’d tire quickly. At the first sign of lethargy, they could steal him back to his apartment for more rest… but she wouldn’t hold her breath.
Leaving a message for Colt—who hadn’t appeared or been in touch all day—the trio went to the club. Blaser was immediately set upon by the girls who fawned over him and his arm, which Lyssa had put in a sling with hopes it would reduce movement. Although she had c
