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“You’re saying he needs to stay sober aren’t you?” I queried.
“That among other things. He will need shots of Thiamine and ongoing support.”
I choked on a laugh and his eyes shot up in complete shock. “He’s going to tell you to get fucked. He’s going to yell and scream and fucking throw shit.”
He seemed to consider that for a moment. “Maybe we should suggest a care facility if you don’t think you’re capable of giving him the support he needs.”
“You’re gonna have to lock him up and throw away the key if you think you have any kind of chance of getting him off the alcohol,” I told him bluntly, ignoring the cheap shot at me not caring enough for my father. The bastard had treated me like shit and I still made the effort to visit him once a week and risk a fist to my face.
The doctors could deal with this shit—like he needed another reason to hate me.
“I’ll make arrangements. It could take a month or more to find him a place and I can’t guarantee it will be nearby.”
I looked down at my dad, the man who’d spent more time drunk than he did sober, and always loved to kick me while I was down.
Did I care if he wasn’t in the same town?
Everything inside me told me no, I shouldn’t care. Not after what he put me through growing up. But then I think about how my mom left us and a wave of loyalty crashes on top of me. The need to not be like her was so strong.
“We’ll cross that road when we come to it,” I told the doctor who nodded, satisfied with my answer and promptly made a beeline for the door.
The nurse, on the other hand, took her time swaying her hips and flipping her hair. She turned to give me a quick wink over her shoulder as she disappeared out of the room. She was hot but my cock didn’t even twitch at the show of desperation.
“Bitch wants it.” Op chuckled from his spot across the room.
“I’ll give it to her later,” I murmured, getting up and walking over to the sink to get another glass of water.
“You won’t touch the club whores, but the nursing staff is okay?” his question was a serious one, I could tell, even though he tried to cover it with an amused tone.
I chugged the glass and set it down on the counter. “We haven’t had any new club girls for a while now. Getting sick of the same ole, same ole.”
“You mean you’ve had a little glimpse of something better and there’s no going back now?” I wanted to smack him, throw my fist in his stupidly smug face.
But he was right.
Rose had shown me something else, another world I guess you could say. She was gorgeous and funny and she had shown self-respect, meaning she wouldn’t just give it up to any brother that asked.
I don’t put down the club girls. They do what they do, they’re paid to do it, and most of them are kind of cool. But I wanted someone I could call my own. Someone that was sexy and smart and that I didn’t have to share with my brothers. I wanted to own her, mind, body, and soul.
Unfortunately for me, the devil had already claimed her, and I was left wondering how something so dark and deceptive could hide itself inside such beauty.
My nose twitched, the smell of the hospital room causing my stomach to swirl.
I’d been lucky to only spend a couple days in the hospital after the day Rose had shown up at the clubhouse. The bullet had only knicked my arm. What had done me in, was when I fell. I’d cracked my head open on the concrete sidewalk and knocked myself out. And let me tell you, head wounds bleed like a motherfucker.
The boys all thought I’d been shot in the head when they had rushed out, none of them could understand how I was still alive.
I’d given myself a concussion and a few stitches, but better than a bullet to the chest.
I’d always hated the hospital, but now the smell and the feel of the place hit me hard for another reason.
It reminded me of that day.
