Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Chapter 2

Driver's POV 

I groan as my alarm blares into the morning air. I try to sit up but something is holding me in place,  I look down to see the girl I picked up at the bar last night laying on my chest. Oh, come on. Why didn't she leave last night?

I try to think of her name as I move her off me and stand to get dressed. Anna? Amy? It definitely started with an A.

"Hey, I gotta go to work, you gotta get out," I say as I head for the bathroom.

"That's it?" A-name said, sounding offended.

"Yep," I snap as I shut the bathroom door.

Call me an asshole, I guess I am, but I don't do feelings, I fuck. Every woman I get involved with knows this from the get-go and somehow they all believe they can change me. The simple fact is I don't want to change. I am perfectly happy the way I am.

At least, I try to tell myself I'm happy.

As I step into the shower I hear my bedroom door slam shut and I hope that means A-name left. I really don't have the energy to handle a crazy chick this early in the morning. It should be illegal for anyone to be up this early, 4 am is still the middle of the night in my opinion. I really don't even know why I am going to work so early. Well, that's a lie. I know why I am going in early, but I don't know why I want to.

It's been a week since the street fight where I met Shorty, and for some reason, I cannot get her out of my head. At first, I thought Mikey had lost his damn mind sending her to me, but after 3 minutes in the ring, it was clear she was the best fighter there.

Her first fight for me is next week, so I try to tell myself I am going in early to check her progress and make sure her head is in the game. That's the same excuse I used when I checked our cameras to see what time she comes to the gym every day. She fights for me now. I have to protect my assets.

Once I am dressed, I head downstairs to start a pot of coffee. I plan to take the whole damn pot with me since I still have to work all day. I always work the evening shift at the gym, and I would never ask our morning guy to switch me because he would be very quick to figure out why, or rather, who.

Everybody could get the wrong idea. They could think I cared about her. Which I don't. 

As I make my way into the kitchen, I notice the lights are already on, and I look around, trying to figure out who else is there. Surely no one else is awake at this ungodly hour. As an answer to my question, the bathroom door beside the kitchen entrance opens and Clove walks out. Clove is Wolf's old lady. They've been officially married for a couple of months, but she's been a part of the club for almost a year.

"Well you look like shit," I laugh as I notice her face is pale and a thin layer of sweat covers it.

"Good morning to you too," she groans, her hand on her stomach.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. She and Wolf have a house in the backfield of the compound. It doesn't make any sense that she is here so early.

"I have to go to work soon," she says, already sounding defensive. She's a nurse so her shifts start early, but not this fucking early.

"Don't you have a house for that?"

"Fine," she gruffs, knowing that she can't hide whatever I just stumbled in on, "I didn't want Wolf to hear me throwing up."

"Why?" I ask as my brows furrow together. Surely if she's sick he'd take care of her. That man would move heaven and earth for her, just like he did when she was taken last year.