Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
So much for the nice guy. “Want to tell me what the fuck I did to piss you off while you’re still dripping down my thighs?”
He doesn’t say a word. Not one stinkin’ word. Nova starts the engine and merges back onto the highway. In such deafening silence, it makes me feel used.
Shitty.
By the time we arrive back at the clubhouse, I’m angry and hurt, which is never a good combination.
“You know what? Fuck you, Nova. I never asked you to put a ring on it or even to fuck me on a goddamn bed. But a little human fucking decency would be nice. So, thanks for the fuck, but next time your dick gets hard, go fuck yourself.”
“Yeah, sure, Maggie. That’s exactly what I’ll do,” he growls, his words angry and mean.
“Fuck you,” I shout and jump from the truck, heading inside the clubhouse and straight to my room.
I don’t need this shit. I’m not a fuck toy to be used and then ignored like I’m someone’s trash. If Nova won’t help me get outta here, maybe one of the other bikers will.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Nova
Fuck. It’s happening again, and I’m helpless to stop it.
Maggie says, “Fuck you,” and jumps out of the truck like I’m a complete asshole.
Because I am a complete asshole.
Why do I do this? The best night of my life, the most intimate connection, and at the sound of a sound of a siren, I come undone. I freeze. Cold feet, clammy hands, my mind twisted in knots. For a horrible moment, I’m back in battle. And when I come out of it, I’m raining shit on Maggie like she’s the enemy.
For what? Why can’t I just be like everyone else? Enjoy the moment without being crippled by fear?
And why Maggie, of all people? When I try to understand it, what’s there besides the physical connection? I’m a doctor, for God’s sake, with a mind trained to heal, to save lives.
But Maggie? She’s chaos wrapped in contradictions, like a fucking magnet with a pull on me that terrifies me. She’s a gangbanger, fierce and untamed, yet those pain-filled eyes draw me in.
My hands slam the steering wheel as I scream, a raw, guttural cry. “Fuck! F-u-u-u-ck! What have I done?”
I take a deep breath but can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right. Maggie is stirring up something within me, and I can’t ignore it anymore.
I angrily climb out of the truck and march over to my bike. The familiar hum of the engine is comforting, but it doesn’t help me make sense of what happened with Maggie.
I know I have to fix things between us, and that means putting my own fucked up desires on hold for now. The MC needs her help, and she needs ours. That should be my main focus.
Not getting my dick wet.
Whether I like it or not.
I walk into the clinic with two guns pointed at my head. Stone and Olly recognize my face and lower their weapons, “Fuck, man, what are you doing here?” Olly asks.
I say, “I own the place,” and smile. “Figured it’s time to take our boy home.” It’s been a few days since Banger woke up, and he’s been awake for longer periods each day. I text Ace to let him know the clubhouse should be ready to welcome our brother back. But low-key. He needs to rest.
Stone smiles wide. “He’ll be so fucking happy to hear that. He’s been a grouchy fuck since he woke up.”
“You wake up full of holes and find out your woman is missing, you’d be grouchy as fuck, too,” Olly adds with a sympathetic shake of the head.
“No doubt,” Stone agrees, nodding thoughtfully. “I’ll go get the van,” he offers, brushing past me as I step inside Banger’s room.
He’s lying on top of the blankets, staring at the small TV we put on a cart when he finally came to. “Ready to get the fuck outta here?”
He turns off the TV quickly, head swiveling to meet my gaze.
I laugh. “At least we know your trigger finger still works.”
Banger’s lips twitch, and then a smile forms as he nods. “So fucking ready, brother.”
“All right. Let me check you out.” I take my time checking his vitals and looking over his wounds, which healed nicely while he was in the coma.
“Everything looks good,” I say when I’m satisfied, he’s fit to be discharged. “Can you get dressed on your own?”
I bite back a smile at the glare he sends my way.
“Fuck you, Nova.”
“That’s Dr. Bishop to you, asshole.” I laugh, but the fact that he moans as he gets up means he’s got some stiffness and mild pain.
“How long is this shit gonna hurt?”
I shrug. “It’ll get better quicker once you’re up and moving around. The stitches have dissolved, and the sites are all closed up, so it’s just a matter of getting active again.”