Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Do we look like we’re concerned about the law here, Doc?” the MC guy responds. My gaze moves to him and the patch on his cut reads Brick. Guess I got it right.
“I can’t help him without supplies and equipment,” she mutters.
“Bell, we have to do something,” the sexy girl says. I wonder if she’s filled with gratitude and would warm my bed tonight. It’s been over a year since I’ve been with a woman. I was waiting for Angelina and when that blew up, I got married. I don’t owe her fidelity, but I didn’t actively look for a woman either.
“Are you one of the idiots in charge?” The snappy girl responds. There’s clearly no gratitude in her. She seems pissed as hell. I won’t risk asking her to warm my bed. She’s pretty, but with her attitude, she’d probably bite a man’s dick off.
“I’m the one in charge. Well, me and the man needing treatment. If you could dial down the attitude, it’d be good. Especially considering he was shot trying to rescue your ungrateful ass.” She narrows her eyes at me, making me smirk. “Keep trying me. I could always turn you back over to the dickwads that kidnapped you to begin with.”
“I might prefer them, but unfortunately, you killed them all. Now, are we going to continue to argue between us to see if your dick is bigger than mine, or are you taking him to the hospital?”
“You have a dick hiding under those scrubs, Doc?”
“Mine might be figurative, but I’d be willing to bet I have bigger balls than you,” she challenges.
I hear Ivan laugh in the background, but it ends in a cough. Setting aside my annoyance, I concentrate on getting him help. I look over at Brick. “Get the bitch to give you a list of supplies she’ll need to patch Ivan up. Send Alex and Dimitri out to get it all. Tell them to be quick meet us back at your clubhouse.”
“Does your doctor have some medical supplies there?” the woman interjects.
“Usual shit. Bed, general medicine. He’s patched a few of us up over the years. Dug out a few bullets.”
“Let’s get over there. Maybe we’ll be good. Still send the twins out, though,” I respond, looking at the woman. She’s smart to ask that question.
“E-Z is already pulling our men out. He’ll meet you there.”
I nod. “Let’s go ladies,” I mutter.
“Call me bitch again and you’ll be the one needing medical care,” she hisses, walking past me.
I don’t bother responding. I just need her to patch up Ivan, then I’ll send her and her scrumptious little friend back to Daniel. Although I might grab a taste of little Miss D cup first.
“Isabel doesn’t mean anything. We’re really glad you rescued us. She’s just upset,” her friend explains, while Brick leads two of the men that came with them over to lift Ivan.
She’s gorgeous, sweet and quiet—just my type. Angelina’s quiet personality is what always drew me to her to begin with.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
She smiles at me, blushing. “Natalie.”
“Stop hitting on my private nurse, nephew. Natalie, how are you at giving sponge baths?” Ivan purrs—the asshole. I don’t stop him, but I might. I wonder if this is my would-be-wife. Surely Daniel would have told me if I was here to save his sister. I shake my head. I’m just indulging in wishful thinking. There’s no way Natalie is my wife.
I couldn’t be that lucky.
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“Is it done correctly?” I ask. She carries herself like royalty. As I watch her, I can tell she’s really fucking good. She speaks to Ivan with every move she makes. I can tell she’s worried about his pain. She takes off her gloves and turns to stare at me, clearly upset. At this point, I’m pretty sure I annoy her just by breathing. I hate to break it to her, but the feeling is mutual.
“I have a name, you know,” she mutters, tossing her gloves in a trashcan.
“Bell, I heard it.”
“Isabel. Only family calls me Bell. That is not you.” Before I can respond, Ivan chuckles. It’s amazing to me he’s even trying to laugh right now.
Isabel moves at once to check on Ivan. “You crazy fool, are you trying to tear yourself open after I’ve just sewn you shut?” she mutters, her skilled hand gliding over my uncle with a gentleness I wouldn’t expect.
“I like the fire in you,” Ivan answers.
She puffs out an annoyed breath and shakes her head. “You like Natalie’s boobs. I don’t know if I should be flattered or relieved you like my attitude but barely look at my boobs.” If I hadn’t seen the twitch of her lips, I would have missed the humor behind her words.
“I can’t apologize for being a man who loves tits. Yours are good, too. You just hide them with bigger clothing,” he drawls.