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25
Iwas no fan of drugs—alcohol was my poison of choice—but I tell you what… Whatever these fuckers had pumping through my veins, it was good shit. Couldn’t feel my legs and honestly I was so high I didn’t care if they were still attached or propped up on some freak’s front lawn as this year’s winning Halloween decoration.
There was a noticeable chill in the air while my body was burning up from the inside out. I couldn’t open my eyes. It was like they were weighed down by a couple of cement blocks. Even when I felt a hand trail along my lower abs and rip the sheet from the makeshift hospital bed I had only a vague memory of being strapped down to, I couldn’t do much more than lie here and take it.
Then a palm was gripping my cock at the base and tugging. And I felt an instant sense of relief, knowing at least one appendage appeared to be fully intact. A sense that was short-lived the moment I heard the voice belonging to that hand and it sure as fuck wasn’t Dani’s.
“It ain’t that big…”
“To be fair, it ain’t fully erect yet. May need a few more pumps to get the whole picture.”
Also not Dani.
And there wasn’t shit I could do about these fuckers groping me when my limbs refused to move. A couple more awkward jerks and I was waiting for one of them to pull out the measuring tape. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on but this put a whole new spin on the termaftercare.
“See?” They were still fumbling around under the sheet. “Sorry, Cas, but as a neutral party, I have to tell ya the guy’s a decent size.”
“Doesn’t mean he can do fuck all with it.”
“Ain’t that the truth, brother. It’s all about the motion of the ocean.” A loud, barking laugh was the last thing I heard before a fresh warmth shot through my veins and I was knocked the fuck out all over again.
Couldn’t tell you what day it was. Barely knew my name when I woke up again. This time in an all-white room that had me wondering if I came out on the other side or was just waiting for my number to be called. The overhead lighting was blinding as I tried to keep my eyes open—triedthe key word.
It took several minutes for me to get the job done and even then I couldn’t tell if I was actually seeing something or merely looking at the underside of my lids. Until the sound of a door opening and a loud clattering had me shooting up in bed, before a sharp pain in my gut had me doubling over for a second time.
I thought I’d felt it all. Broken bones, bloodied knuckles, almost severed a finger as a kid but this… this was new. Nothing short of agony that radiated from my bones outward.
“Shouldn’t try to get outta bed, Mr. MacCullagh. Surge doesn’t take too kindly to patients who don’t like to listen to doctor’s orders.” I didn’t recognize the voice as belonging to one of the two fuckers from before. But this guy didn’t seem any less hostile, especially when he stepped into the light and I realized that one side of his face was more jacked up than a stray hand falling into the butcher’s meat grinder at the corner shop.
“Where’s Dani?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Some part of me had been expecting her to be here when I woke up, while another part wondered if she planned to use my ill-timed injury as an excuse to make a run for it. Wouldn’t blame her. I was dead weight and she was better off on her own than with my ass bleeding all over the interior of her newly stolen car. It wasn’t like we could be inconspicuous, crossing state lines as I tried to hold the lower half of my body together with a spool of thread and some fish wire.
My last name was MacCullagh, not MacGyver.
“How the fuck should I know? Isn’t that your job? To keep a leash on your bitch?” the fucker grunted while pulling an apple out of his black cargo pants and taking a bite.
“What the fuck did you just call her?” I ground my teeth, clutching a hand to my side as I attempted to throw my legs over the mattress and mow the bastard down. I didn’t make it two steps before my knees gave way and I was meeting the shiny tile floor head-on.
I mean, might as well add a broken nose to the list while I was at it.
When I looked up again, the guy was gone and Dani was standing in his place. She came rushing forward, yanking me to my feet and guiding me back to the bed with an odd expression tugging her brows together. The girl was unreadable at the best of times, and stone-cold at the worst of them, especially when she was looking to hide something.
“Glad you’re not dead,” she muttered under her breath, and I could tell it killed her to admit as much. Danica Rossi saw emotions as a weakness, caring for someone else the most damning one out of the bunch.
“Could say the same about you, baby girl,” I replied as I brought her hand to my lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles.
“You didn’t have to take that knife, ya know.” She pulled her arm free to pin me with a glare. Her posture defensive and her hackles raised. “I know what the fuck I’m doing. He never would have stuck me like he stuck you.”
“Maybe, but how else is a guy meant to get your attention if not by nearly bleeding out all over your boots? Didn’t think the usual flowers and chocolates would do the trick, dollface.”
26
Two years at these fuckers’ beck and call. Two fucking years of being collared by pretty boy’s poor decision-making and my soft spot for his cock. And I still couldn’t tell you why I did it. The last bastard I’d given a shit about sent a bullet flying towards my skull after fucking my literal brains out.
Then again, I wasn’t the one left bleeding this time around. So I guess things were looking up. Sorta. They could be worse.
Connor was passed the fuck out, still feeling the effects of Surge’s opiate cocktail, and I was left staring at the ceiling in the room the boys set up for us… after giving me shit for the last few hours about my choice in bedmates. But I didn’t see any of them taking on the Mulligans without asking for something in return.
