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He heads straight toward the closet that holds my medical kit while Sasha follows me to the kitchen. I try my best to ignore the two Steel Archangel’s, which is hard because they are both fucking hot, especially the one with black hair.
Travis and Ethan each gave me a side hug on my way into the kitchen. They grab a beer and plop down on my couch. In the years that they’ve known us, they know to not get in the way in situations like this. I’m not as close to them as I am with Sasha and Alexei, but I still consider them my family.
Sasha sanitizes the table while Alexei set my kit nearby. After taking a shot of Jack that Sasha had already set out, I scrubbed my hands and arms. I always prefer a shot of Jack rather than numbing the area if the wound isn’t too serious. Though some medical people would probably chide me on that, as I’m technically thinning out my blood with the alcohol.
A deep growl comes from the taller biker as I go about my business.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
His deep, rough voice sends tingles through me that I try my damndest to push down. I turn around and freeze for a moment as we lock eyes, and I get a better look at him.
He has to be over six-foot tall as compared to my five-foot-six frame. His black hair is about shoulder-length, sky-blue eyes that seem like they could freeze me in place, and he has a short, neatly trimmed beard and mustache. Not to mention heavily tattooed arms and muscles to die for. His shirt strains against his chest, and his jeans hug his thighs.
Wonder what his ass looks like in those jeans?
Where the hell did that thought come from? I sigh internally as I chastise myself. He may be sex on a stick, but he’s still a biker. They don’t do serious relationships. That’s why I always keep bikers, except for my uncle, at arm’s length regardless of if they show interest or not. No matter how my body reacts to this new guy, I won’t act on it. Though that thought has my stomach twisting in knots, and I’m not sure why.
Jesus-fucking-Christ girl, you just broke up with someone. Get a grip!
While there were no sparks whatsoever with Scott, I should not be drooling internally over someone so soon. Taking a steading breath, I stomp down my emotions before walking over to the table, which already has my gear on it.
Both of the bikers take a few steps closer to me, and Sasha pulls out her own blades, effectively stopping them both from advancing further. Out of the corner of my eye, I steal a glance at the taller guy’s cut, and the knots in my stomach tighten when I see he also has an Enforcer patch. Would he be just as bad as Scott? Glancing at the other patch on his cut, it says his road name is Dragon, which is fitting since he damn near looks like he could be one if he were a dragon shifter. Not to mention those dragon tattoos down his arm. Dammit, I should probably cut back on my PNR books.
“What’s it look like, asswipe? I’m going to stitch myself up. Us three have been sparring with knives and swords since we were old enough to hold them. As a result, all three of us know how to stitch up a wound.”
“At least let Patch here do it. He’s a trained ER nurse as well as an EMT,” muscles says, the name I decide to nickname the taller biker with. As he crosses his arms, my gaze is drawn to his stomach. Wonder what it would be like to run my tongue over the muscular stomach I know he has to have if his corded arms and tree trunk thighs are anything to go off of.
Dammit, Levi. Fucking focus!
My gaze flicks over to Patch, the guy muscles gestured to. He’s a very good-looking guy. A few inches shorter than Dragon, with blond hair and green eyes. Like his friend, he’s covered in tattoos and is also fairly muscular. I shake my head and finish my prep work.
“No can do, muscles. I don’t know either of you, so there’s no way I’ll let either of you near me to fix me up. I have no idea what you are doing here, but you were not invited. Back. The. Fuck. Off. I’ll deal with you after I’m stitched up. In the meantime, shut the fuck up so I can focus.”
Muscles, i.e. Dragon, narrows his eyes at me, and his jaw ticks like he wants to argue more with me. However, with a quick glance at my wound, he deflates a bit, and when his gaze locks with mine, it almost seems softer, and I can’t place the look that comes over him. He opens his mouth to say something, but Patch beats him to it.
“Fine, but will you at least let us monitor you while you stitch yourself up? I’d like to look over your stitchwork afterward to make sure everything is good. I swear I am a nurse at the hospital in Forest Creek and the medic for the Steel Archangel’s MC.”
I narrow my eyes at them. I want to argue more and kick them out, but I need to tend my wound. Deciding to concede just a little, I square my shoulders, grab another knife from my limited armory hidden on my body, and point it at the two jackasses. A woman has to make sure her point, no pun intended, is made. I want to make sure it’s clear that no man will be making decisions for me. Ever.
“Fine, but do not talk while I am doing this, and yes, you can inspect the stitches after the fact. Do not interfere with what we do, as us three have a well-oiled process we follow. Is that understood?”
They both give curt nods, and with a nod of my own, I sheath my knife and whip my ruined tank top off. Thankfully, I’m at least in a sports bra today, so the ladies are mostly covered, though a lot of my cleavage is unfortunately on display.
Dragon inhales sharply, and I hear him growl as he shoots a warning look at Patch and Alexei before moving to block Travis and Ethan’s view. I roll my eyes at his alpha possessive asshole behavior. He doesn’t dictate who I can be around. He has no idea what Alexei means to me.
With Sasha and Alexei already scrubbed up, they get out the mirror and cleaning supplies while I inspect the depth and length of the cut. I breathe a sigh of relief that I had on an older leather jacket which took the brunt of the attack. The cut isn’t very deep, but it’s about three inches long.
I get to work cleaning and disinfecting my wound while they get out the rest of my supplies and prep the needle. When I’m ready, I take the needle from Alexei while also not missing how both biker’s gazes track my every movement. Dragon, once again, inhales sharply as I start my stitches, and I chuckle as I work.
“Relax, muscles. It’s not a deep cut, so this won’t take but a few minutes. Either chill out or get out.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him shoot Patch a look who nods and his shoulders relax a bit as they both turn back to watch me work.
True to my word, I have the stitches finished in a few minutes and clean the remaining blood. Looking over at Patch, I nod to let him know I’m finished. He’s by my side in an instant, but quickly gives me a smile.
“Nice work, Levi. However, I could tell from back there that it was fine, but I didn’t think Dragon would let it slide if I didn’t come over and inspect it.”
