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“You think she’s playing an angle?” Brewer asked, slowly sipping his drink.
“It’s possible, but which one?” He let out a frustrated breath. “I’d feel better if she told me what’s going on.”
Dolly stood and moved to the door. “You don’t think she’s actually a doll?”
“No, definitely not.”
“What happens if she really is?”
Kevlar met Dolly’s gaze. “I’ll deal with it. As long as she’s safe and happy, that’s all I care about.”
“Spoken like a true Macha man,” Rubble said, raising his glass in salute.
Finishing off his whiskey, Kevlar couldn’t help but wonder if Rubble was right. Their patron goddess was strict on treating women properly. With Kita, he wasn’t sure how to treat her. On the one hand, he wanted to shake her shoulders until she spilled the truth. On the other, he wanted to trust that she knew what the hell she was doing. He reached for the whiskey bottle. Neither option sounded good now, but whiskey… whiskey always sounded good.
Chapter Twelve
Nikita
“Thought you could usea fresh set of clothes.”
Nikita eyed the tall man with shaggy blond hair. “Thanks.”
Doc shrugged, his cut hugging his shoulders at the act. “No problem. My girl had a few that should work. You’re about the same size.”
She pulled out a sweatshirt and pair of jeans. They looked dead-on. “Very nice of her.”
“Nah, that’s just Isa. She likes to help whenever she can.” His smile emitted a combination of pride and adoration. “Plus, she’d absolutely love to dress you.”
“Huh?”
He chuckled, his face tinting pink. “Sorry, probably sounded creepy. She’s a clothing designer.”
“Oh.” She offered him a smile. “I’m sure we’d get along.”
Doc grinned. “I’m very certain you would. She’s around the clubhouse somewhere. I’m sure she’ll pop in on ya sooner or later.” His expression shifted to that of a medical professional so fast she almost laughed. “Now, how’re you feeling? Any soreness or pain? Kevlar was pretty animated last night when he arrived.”
Heat crawled up her body. “No, I’m good. The guy got a little rough.” She hadn’t dared look in a mirror yet. The left side of her face seemed to have a pulse from the Cutthroat’s backhand. Her throat was raw, but she couldn’t decide if it was from choking or drugs.
Tenderly, Doc examined her neck and face. “You’ll heal, but not as quickly as you’d like.” He handed her a small pill. “This is in case the guy— “
“He didn’t get that far.”
“Oh, okay.” He nodded and stood. “Keep it nonetheless.”
“I’m not a club whore.”
Doc offered her a shrewd smile. “It’s none of my business, but Kevlar is. He helped save my girl, and I owe him. Just want to look out for my brother.”
Nikita silently swore. No matter what she said, he wouldn’t believe her. It didn’t matter. She told Kevlar she wasn’t a club girl, and his opinion was all she cared about.
“Sure. Thanks for your help.”
Once he left, she searched the rest of the bag. Underwear with tags was the last item.Shower, I need a shower.She couldn’t even think about what the scumbag almost did to her the night before or how she’d been too drugged to stop it.
Opening the door, she poked her head out and looked up and down the hallway.
“Searching for somebody?” a voice asked, coming around the corner. His shock of red hair and easy smile put her at ease. Which one toppled over into comfort, she wasn’t sure.
