Page 17 of Slicer


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By the time my break is due, which is unfortunately an hour before Mel's, I'm exhausted. I'd managed to diagnose a tumor in an elderly man's leg, a broken arm, and food poisoning.

Sighing, I grab some food from the cafeteria before heading out the front of the hospital on the bench I saw when I first arrived. I facetime the nursery and spend twenty minutes talking to Lilah and showing her parts of the hospital, and as soon as I'm finished with my ham sandwich, I look up any local MC's.

There are two: The Devil's and The Hell Fire's MC.

I decide to try the Hell fire’s MC because, honestly, it sounds familiar.

I click on the number available to book charity events, and it rings five times, and just when I think it's about to hit voicemail, a woman picks up,

“Hell fire’s MC events: how may I help you?"

She sounds stuck up, and I clear my throat.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could speak to the president of the club, please."

The woman snorts, "Sorry doll, you don't get too; either tell me what I can help you with or fuck off; I haven't got time to play whatever patch chaser game you're after. The club's full of available women for these men; we don't need anymore."

My eyes widen in shock. Jesus. I clear my throat again. "Uh, no, that’s, uh not what I wanted. I just wanted to ask if the club was affiliated with the Wincher club, the Rebels, or if there's a brother with the legal name of Noah."

I hear her make a squeak sound before she clears her throat, and I furrow my brows in confusion.

"Sorry, afraid not. We have no Noah's here, and I know all our guys' given names; I grew up with them. Plus, our guys wouldn't be caught dead affiliating with other clubs. Have a good day."

She hangs up, and I look at my phone in shock.

What a bitch!

Shaking my head, I finish my lunch, Noah's hazel eyes filtering through my mind, the way he looked at me like I was the only girl in the world.

Swallowing hard, I place my trash in the bin and head back inside to complete my shift, all while wondering if I'll ever give my daughter what she wants most or if my heart will return to me.

It's been four years and yet I can’t find him anywhere.

Where are you Noah?

Chapter 7

Slicer – 1 year later

I've just finished putting my limp cock away when my phone dings.

Clitter scowls, but I just roll my eyes at her. When the club calls, you answer it. As a sweet butt, she knows this. Fuck, she's had a brother stop mid-fuck to get his phone, and he left her hanging.

I pick up my phone,

Axel – come to my office.

"I've got to go; see you later."

She pouts when I turn, taking the condom with me without giving her kiss. It's been five years since I last kissed a woman, and she's the only one whose lips I always want on mine. Five years later, I still haven't found her.

Fuck, I feel like I can't breathe more and more every day.

I quickly go to the toilet in the hallway and empty my condom before washing it out and throwing it away. Then I head to Axel's office, wondering what on earth he wants. I knock and walk in when he says to enter. Annalise, his old lady, gives him a kiss before kissing my cheek, then leaves, shutting the door behind her. She owns Sweet Treats in town. Axels' parents basically brought her up with her grandmother without any of us knowing. Her father had killed her mother when she was smalland nearly killed her. He was released from prison early this year and kidnapped her.

She was pregnant, and he booted the baby out of her. We killed him while she tried to heal from her and Axels' loss.

I take a seat in the chair in front of his dark office and raise a brow.

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