Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
My heart seemed to halt in my chest.
But his eyes weren’t on me, they were on Apollo.
“I’ll do it if you do it.”
The name on his cut said “Detroit.”
Apollo made a sound in the back of his throat. “Fuck.”
I left the room to give them privacy, heading to gather the supplies for Detroit next.
The group of black leather vests had multiplied, but none of them stopped me.
They were all silent, holding vigil outside the rooms.
I kept my head down, intent on my task.
I gathered everything I’d need, then headed back to Detroit’s room.
He was standing next to the bed, staring down at the bed as he sifted the woman’s strawberry-blonde hair through his fingers.
“Excuse me,” I said softly.
He looked up.
“I was wondering if you’d like me to get her cleaned up for you,” I replied.
“I, uh.” He cleared his throat. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to do it myself.”
I nodded and held out the things. “If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to call.”
I left without him acknowledging me.
Again, I walked through the group of men, still silent, and didn’t stop until I got to the back of the surgery suites.
The observation area looked out over the two operation rooms that I wanted to see.
My gaze instantly caught on Chevy where he sat beside the patient’s head.
I flicked on the monitor so I could hear what was being said and heard the surgeon talking about closing.
I must’ve stood there for so long that closing was finished because soon Chevy was doing his thing to wake the patient up.
Only, I saw him hesitate as he started to push the medication that would do that.
He stopped, stared at his hands for a long second, then pushed the plunger on the syringe violently.
Nothing happened at first.
Everyone started to move about the room as if everything was normal.
Even Chevy got up and began moving around like he hadn’t had that one weird moment.
I was so invested in watching Chevy that at first I missed the monitors going crazy.
Everyone in the room but one reacted in surprise and started to move toward the patient again.
Chevy stood near the door, watching dispassionately.
And that’s when I knew.
Chevy had just killed a man.
Nineteen
Look, before I work on myself, I need to know if anyone likes me insane.
—Chevy’s secret thoughts
CHEVY
I was in a very bad headspace when I walked out of that surgical suite.
On one hand, I felt like I was justified in what I’d done.
No person, man or woman, deserved to live after they singlehandedly wiped out multiple families. Not when he’d purposefully done what he’d done, thinking that there would be no consequences for him when he was done being stupid.
On the other hand, I knew that there might be some blowback to what I’d done.
If anyone chose to look any further into it, they would probably be able to see that I’d given them too much anesthetic.
But at this point, I didn’t care.
Two of my club brothers’ lives had just been irrevocably changed.
I didn’t fucking care.
I…
My gaze was caught and held by the woman standing there waiting for me.
She had her arms crossed over her chest, and I don’t know who was surprised more.
Me or the woman doing the attacking.
She moved the moment that I stepped completely free of the surgical suite.
One second I had leaden arms, and the next I had an armful of woman.
Sweet smelling woman.
“Aella…” I rasped.
I had no clue what I was asking, but it was like she could read my mind, because she brought her mouth down on mine and whispered, “Kiss me.”
I kissed her.
No man in his right mind would deny Aella Cowan anything.
Not when she looked at you with those soulful brown eyes.
The kiss wasn’t nice.
Both of us were angry, me more so than her, and we were taking all of our frustration out on that kiss.
When she pulled away, my dick was sufficiently hard and both of us were panting.
“I have to go back to work,” she whispered. “I’ve been gone for over ten minutes.”
“I only need five,” I said as I ducked into the supply closet that was just to the right of where we were standing.
She gasped when I set her down on a rolling cart, her butt squishing against something plastic.
Mop heads.
New mop heads, thankfully.
She shifted, her breathing choppy, and said, “Are we doing this?”
I reached for the waistband of her pants and said, “Lift up.”
She did, and I pulled her pants to her ankles, the new shoes I’d bought her the only thing stopping them from falling all the way off.
“How are we…” I pulled my scrubs down, and my cock sprang out, thick, long and pulsing.
Her voice trailed off as she got her first good look.
“Whoa,” she breathed.
Any other time, I would’ve been amused.
Now I was just a hair short of being full-blown caveman.