Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
The moment the window opened Kelsey felt the blast of warm air across her face. Closing her eyes she breathed out a sigh.
“How does that feel?” Tate asked.
“Perfect. It feels perfect. I love it.”
“See, you’re already smiling, and it has nothing to do with your fancy-pants husband. It’s all down to me.” Tate giggled. “Right, I think a television is needed or at the very least some books. Sandy will make sure you can hold them, but you’ve got to promise not to cause any more problems.”
“I won’t cause problems, Tate. I’ve learned my lesson.”
Smiling, Kelsey watched her friend grow animated at making her life more comfortable.
The moment the door opened showing Michael the smile on her face dropped. He’d come to take her friend away.
“Your time is up.”
Tate huffed, putting a hand on her hip. “I made her smile. I’m doing much better than you. What have you managed to accomplish? All you’ve done is make her feel sucky.”
Michael didn’t say anything. He stood waiting for her friend to leave. Tate blew out a breath. “Fine, fine, I’m going.” She walked to the bed staring down at her. “I’ll get everything changed to make your stay more comfortable. Don’t let him get to you. We all love and miss you.” Tate leaned down, kissing her cheek. “I’ll tell Killer how you’re feeling.”
“Please do.”
She watched her friend go. When the door closed and Michael took a seat, Kelsey wished with all of her might she could get away from him.
Chapter Eight
Three days later
Killer waited in the hospital waiting room again. Tate had disappeared to go and see their woman. Michael was on the phone out in the parking lot. In the last three days they hadn’t found anything else out about him. Alex was convinced by how little they found out about the financials that Michael wasn’t all he seemed. He was staying out of Fort Wills at an expensive hotel, which was heavily guarded with a lot of muscle.
Some legit businessman wouldn’t be keeping so many bodyguards. Alex’s interest was piqued, and now he was determined to find out the truth about Michael.
Opening the latest woman’s magazine, Killer lost interest the moment it started talking about what men really wanted. Couldn’t women see each man was fucking different? There were men who loved thin, slender women while others liked a lot of curves, and others liked something in between.
He loved Kelsey’s curves, her full tits and generous legs. Most of his nights were spent imagining her legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed inside her over and over again.
“It’s a lovely day,” Sandy said, taking a seat beside him. She wore a stethoscope around her neck, looking every inch the part of a professional doctor.
“Yeah, it is. So what? Can you sneak me inside while he’s arguing on the phone?” Killer asked.
Sandy smiled. “I can do more than that, but I think you need to take a walk around the cafeteria garden. Have a coffee, relax and take in the sunshine.”
She linked their arms and tugged him to his feet. “I don’t want to leave. What if he tries to take her away?” He needed to be there to stop the bastard at every turn.
“Why don’t you follow me, and I’ll escort you where you have to be,” Sandy said. “Besides, he can’t move her. Kelsey’s injuries are not good.”
Killer followed her in the opposite direction of the room. He didn’t argue or put up a fight. Sandy was doing everything she could to keep Kelsey close by. Michael had already talked with the doctor about transporting her to a different hospital.
“It’s only a matter of time before he tries to move her,” Sandy said.
“I know. We’ve got to get her out of here.”
“I spoke with the doctor who runs the psych ward. She’s not a massive risk. He believes she made a mistake, but there is still the risk that she’s acting. His word is what is keeping her under our protection,” Sandy said, talking to him in a whisper.
“What is the doctor wanting in return for his help?”
“Some money and the agreement we’ll keep an eye on his son when he requests to join The Skulls. I took him to meet Tiny the night before last.”
“Shit, is this going to be too hard to deal with?” Killer asked.
“Nothing is too hard to deal with. Listen to me, Killer. Tiny will do anything for his club. You’re a Skull, and your woman is in danger. Trust us to work with you.”
“Okay. I’ll trust you.”
Sandy paid for two coffees, and then they headed out to the grounds. He went to sit at the nearest available bench.
“No, not there. Follow me.”
Killer didn’t argue. He noticed the attention he got for his leather cut. The women were pushing their chests out begging to be looked at.