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With gentle but firm hands, I manage to hold her still. “Easy, Maggie,” I breathe out. “You’re okay. You’re with me. It’s Nova.”
With a final, heart-wrenching sob, she goes limp, breathing heavily. The storm’s passed, for now. I straighten up, feeling a dull ache in my chest. How many nights have I jolted awake like that, cold sweat sticking to my back, gasping for air?
“You’ll be okay,” I whisper before rushing out of The Chamber.
When I get outside, I realize I’ve left my medical bag beside her bed. I don’t dare go back for it. I can’t.
If Maggie wakes up, I might forget that I’m the nice guy she accuses me of and show her the darker side of me.
My bag will be fine until tomorrow.
Me? The jury is still out on that.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Maggie
I sit up with a groan that is a clear reminder that I’m alive. The pain in my side is there, but it’s nowhere near where it was.Shit, where it was. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I remember the ass-whooping I took from my own damn crew.
One hand goes to my side, and I feel the scar, but the stitches are mostly gone. There’s still gauze on my face and neck, but the pain is minimal. And slowly, the memories come back to me.
The free clinic. The sexy doctor.
“Fuck.”
The sexy biker doctor who also happens to be a member of the Reckless Souls, the biker crew who killed Demon. I fall back against the bed and let out a long sigh. I’m in a fucking dungeon, the windowless area that’s supposed to keep me safe and out of view of my own—myformer—gang.
I sit up again and notice that I’m not tied up, so obviously, I’m not being held captive. So, maybe the sexy doc isn’t a total liar. I look around the pitch-black space, unable to see a fucking thing. I reach out beside me, and my hand lands on a lamp.
After a minute of blind touching, I find the switch, and light fills the dungeon. I’m lying on a bed under a sheet. A quick look under the sheet reveals I’m wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top that doesn’t belong to me. “What the actual fuck?”
I go completely still when I hear the heavy metal door swing open and then slam shut, eyes scanning the area for something I can use as a weapon. But the intruder appears before I find anything and holy fucking shit, he’s hotter than I remember.
“Nova.” He is fine as fuck, tall and lean, with light brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a bearded smile that’s full of…affection? No, that can’t be right.
“You’re awake,” he says, his smile bright and relaxed. “How are you feeling?”
“A little out of it,” I admit easily, folding my arms to glare at him. “And wondering what happened to my clothes?”
He steps closer to the bed with an unbothered shrug. “Your clothes were pretty bloody.”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” I growl, ignoring the awareness sizzling through my veins.
“I tossed ‘em. There are more right here.” He points to a leather duffel bag on the floor. “Some of the girls donated some stuff in case you needed it.”
“What girls, and who changed my clothes?”
His brows dip in confusion. “I did. No one else knows you’re down here other than me, my Prez, and my VP. And they haven’t been down here at all.”
I don’t know how I feel about him seeing me naked and handling me so intimately. “Then how did the girls know to give me some clothes?”
“I just told them it was for a good cause.”
I snap, “And they just gave them to you?” People just don’t give things away. Not from where I come from.”
“These girls do.”
“Hope you got a good look at everything.”
