“When she wakes up, I want her gone.”
Doc looked at me as he cut the final suture on her side. “You might be the boss, but I’m the doctor. She needs rest. When she heals properly, you can fuck her all you want.”
“I’d kill you if you weren’t the best doctor I know, motherfucker.”
“Tell them to stop getting stabbed or shot, and you can end my misery. Once she wakes up, she needs constant bed rest. She’ll feel like shit for a few days.”
I’ve known Doc for years, and the old bastard still found new ways to annoy me. He worked at a clinic, helping people who didn’t have insurance get medicine and necessary treatments for various things. When one of my men got shot outside his clinic, he was quick, cutting him open and removing the bullet, saving his life. I went to see him, grateful for his helping a stranger. After bugging him for two months, he finally decided to work for me while still keeping his clinic running.
I nodded as he walked out of the room. My eyes went over to the girl sleeping in the bed once more. I’d say she was sleeping peacefully, but she looked like she was fighting demons in her dreams.Kadence.The girl was beautiful. I didn’t get the chance to admire her when I was going for Ricky’s balls. I was a bitch, but I knew how to admire a woman.
Her faded turquoise hair framed her face. Her skin was pale, deathly so, and her eyes were sunken in like she hadn’t had proper sleep in weeks. Even in her comatose state, her face twisted and contorted in pain.
What are you dreaming of?
I looked at Hawke. “I want to know when she wakes up.”
“Will do. Also, she’s been stayin’ in that shitty motel on the edge of town. She had a receipt in the pocket of her uniform. We’re gonna go see if we can find anything on this little lady.”
“I’m going to Sterling Heights to deal with a rat. I’ll be back later. Inform me of what you find out about her the moment you get it. If I find out you knew beforehand and didn’t tell me, I’ll put your balls in a blender.”
His hands instinctively go to his crotch. “Come on, baby, at least ride my dick before you cut the kids off. Ya know Fallon has been dying for another threesome.”
I flipped him the bird as I left the infirmary.
CHAPTER 12
BLAIZE
Sterling Heights was nothing compared to Westhaven or Bellevue, even if the residents thought they were gods. They failed to realize I owned them and the port where they got their fancy drugs that fueled them. Any moment, I could blow up the bridge that got them out of this shithole. If Carlos tested me, he would pay dearly for sending those two to my town.
The Scorpions’ hideout was under the bridge connecting Bellevue and Sterling Heights, covered by the rocky seashore. I turned off my bike and walked to the front, kicking the door in. I knew they could shoot me, but they wouldn’t dare pull the trigger once they saw who the fuck I was.
“Put the fucking gun down!” Carlos screamed like a madman as he rushed to me. “Blaize! What? I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I figured as much, considering two of your men were in my town last night and attacked a girl.”
He grimaced. “No, no. My boys know not to touch women without consent.”
“The girl that’s knocked out in my infirmary says otherwise, and the two dead bodies rotting in the Pacific that had your scorpion behind their ears.”
“Dios mío. Where the hell is Anthony and Diego?”
No one moved or mentioned anything, so I knew exactly where they were. “Seems like those two are shark bait. Now, tell me why they said raping that girl and bringing the leader her panties would make them an official Scorpion?”
“Blaize, I wouldn’t. Our initiation is a beating, not rape.”
“You have a traitor. The little one said there was a new leader. So, who the fuck is trying to undermine me?” Everyone went silent, looking around the room. “We can do it the easy way, or I can just kill everyone in this room like I did with the Vandals. We don’t want that now, do we?”
“Santiago!” someone screamed in the back, and once the name fell from their lips, someone scrambled and tried to run, but I cocked my gun and fired. He screamed like a bitch and fell to the ground, crying.
I walked through the parted crowd and saw Santiago clutching his thigh. My aim was still on point. “Hello, Santiago.”
“Fuck off, you cunt.”
I laughed, and using the heel of my boot I dug into the fresh gunshot wound. “I’ll find your pretty wife and fuck her like a dirty whore. How many times do you think she’ll scream my name before I tell her I put a bullet through your skull?”
“Don’t fucking touch her,” he seethed. “You’re not a man. You can’t lead us.”
