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SALLY
My eyes stayed glued to the blade as the doctor approached the bedside, where I lay cuffed and unable to move. No matter how hard I pulled, the leather cuffs held me tight. I felt like I was going to suffocate while trying to breathe through my tears, the gag, and my fear.
The room felt stifling even though I knew from experience it was a steady 72 degrees. While my hair stuck to my sweaty forehead and my heart tried to beat out of my ribcage, the doctor remained calm and steady. He looked so content as he studied the weapon in his hand and then glanced over my body, looking for the perfect place to begin cutting.
I tried to scream. I tried to push the fabric from between my lips, hoping that if I could just get it to slide down to my chin I'd be able to scream the motel down. Then maybe somebody, anybody, would hear me. Instead, the gag held tight as it pulled hard on the flesh in the corners of my mouth. My throat felt raw from how hard I was screaming, but hardly any sound managed to escape.
I pulled on my legs, hoping in vain that maybe the ropes he had tied to my ankles would be loose enough to allow me to pull a foot free. Then, maybe I could at least kick out at him. If I could just kick that stupid saw from his hand, it would buy me a few seconds. Jack was coming for me; I knew he was.Please, Jack. Please!
He seemed to make a decision and nodded to himself. He came to the head of the bed and gripped me firmly at my forearm, stretching it out. On instinct, I jerked hard and almost sobbed with relief when I managed to jerk out of his hold. He turned to look at me, his eyes sinister with the anger he usually hid so well.
"Now, Sally. That's not being a good girl. I need you to hold still if we want this cut to be as clean as possible." He grabbed my arm again with a steely hold, his fingertips digging harshly into my flesh. He stretched it back out and pressed it down hard against the mattress. "I won't be able to reattach it properly if the cut is a jagged mess."
I moaned in despair as I watched the saw come closer to my skin.
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THE NIGHTMARE KING
For the second time in my life, I let my motorcycle drop to the pavement as I rode directly up to the door of room 16. Suddenly, loud screams of agonized pain rent the air, making my heart pound so hard I was afraid it would break my fucking ribs to escape my chest. I didn't even wait for Barrel to join me as I raised my foot and kicked the handle as hard as I could with my gun drawn, ready to end the life of the man who stole my woman, who washurtingmy woman.
The first kick splintered the wood. The second kick bent the lock. When Barrel joined me for the third kick, the door finally flew open. It only took a second to comprehend what I was seeing before red took over, and I flew forward.
I grabbed the doctor by the back of his neck and threw him to the floor, where he fell onto his back with a pained cry. I spared a glance at the bed to see that Sally was alive. She was strapped down, red and sweaty, tears soaking her pretty face, and her moans of pain filled the room, but she was alive. It was all I needed to see to allow me to focus back on the man I was about to kill.
I lifted my gun and pointed it at his face, my finger on the trigger. I was about to squeeze when a firm, steady voice stopped me.
"Bones."
I didn't move my eyes from where the doctor lay on the filthy floor. He was yelling something about interrupting his greatest achievement, so I kicked him in the mouth to shut him up.
"Bones. If you kill him in front of me, I will have no choice but to arrest you for murder." The sheriff's voice stayed reasonable, the only calm in the chaos. My mind was roiling with the need to end the man who had killed my friend, hurt my dog, and planned to hurt my woman. The same man that had hurt her and tortured her for months.
"He needs to pay," I seethed through my teeth, my finger flexing on the trigger again.
"And he will. But, unless you want to spend the rest of your life behind bars, I suggest you let me take him in."
I stared down at the man who was holding his bleeding mouth and sobbing hysterically. Regretfully, I removed my finger from the trigger and slid the gun back into my holster. Then, I lifted my heavy boot and brought it down with all my strength on his knee. Over and over, I stomped on both of his knees, feeling satisfaction at the grinding of bones under my foot. The man may live, but he would never walk again. The doctor would have to view the world from a wheelchair as he lived behind bars. He would never have a chance to hurt Sally again.
With a heavy sigh, the sheriff glanced down at the screaming man when I finally stepped back, chest heaving and fists clenched, but satisfied, even if I wished I would have been able to just put a bullet between his eyes. "Damn it, Bones." He stepped back and waved the paramedics inside the room. "Whatever," he mumbled. "I hate paperwork."
I gave him a look that told him that if he wanted to keep his job, he would do what I paid him to. Then, I turned to go to Sally. I rushed to the bed, reaching for the cuff to free her. And froze.
"Medic," I whispered brokenly. Then yelled to get their attention from where they were kneeling next to the doctor. "Medic!"
ChapterThirty
THE NIGHTMARE KING
Inever left her side. Even when the veterinarian wanted to see me in person, they had to come to the hospital to talk to me. Zero had been sedated sometime early that morning. It was a heavy sedation, one that could have killed him, but luckily, he pulled through. The fucking doctor had used a medication commonly used for stress and motion sickness in canines, but with the overdose he was given, it had nearly stopped his heart. The vet reassured me that Zero would have a full recovery. As she patted my back and then left the room, I stared at Sally as she lay still in the hospital bed.
Her blood-red hair was fanned out around her, free from tangles after I brushed it. Her skin was paler than usual, making her scars even more prominent. And her arm was wrapped in a thick bandage where the doctors had to sew her mother fucking arm back together.
I cursed as I stood, needing to move as the never ending agitation ran through me. I dragged my hand through my hair, yanking as I strode over to the window and stared out over the small town that I ruled. Too many mistakes were made. I was too conceited, my ego thinking that no one would ever be stupid enough to make a direct threat against me or my woman.
I had to make changes to keep her safe. A security system for the house that included the outside instead of just the inside was already being installed. A gate with a wall was going to be built around the compound and all the surrounding properties that belonged to the club. No one was getting in without a code, and a guard would be posted at all times, day and night.
