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“I know that, and I know I’d take a bullet for her, but she’s still afraid. She still wakes up at night in jitters, and I want to do everything I can to make sure that fear goes away. I’d give my right arm if I could kill each and every DK member who ever touched her,” Gunner was hissing in rage as he spoke, and I reached out and thumped his shoulder.
“We’re going to take care of it,” I said, and still nodding his head, Gunner walked away, leaving me standing alone at the bar with my thoughts. Thoughts of Noelle.
It would be very easy. All I’d have to do would be to go to the hospital and find her. It would take me less than an hour to see her again, and every day, I was overwhelmed by this irresistible urge to just get on my bike and ride to the emergency room. To pull her into my arms and apologize and beg for her forgiveness. I told myself that all I’d need would be one more night with her and then I could move on. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t the truth. She was like an addiction, a bad habit I wasn’t able to kick.
But the truth was, that the only reason the Dragon Knights had now stopped tailing me, was because they’d figured out that they had no leverage with me. Without Noelle or a woman or a family in my life, they would have nothing and nobody to use against me. So, my plan had been successful. By dumping Noelle, I had kept her safe, and that was the way I was going to keep it. No matter how difficult it got to stay away from her.
I looked over at the table, and Glock raised his bottle in the air, indicating for me to get back to the group.
When I returned, I was glad, for Gunner’s sake, to find that they had started talking about something else. I sat down and drank my beer quickly, hoping that I could get drunk tonight and just pass out so that I would stop thinking about Noelle.
Around me, my brothers laughed and joked and took jabs at each other, and I tried to follow the conversation. I had no other option but to try and lead my life as best I could, even though it felt like it was half of what it used to be, without Noelle in it.
CHAPTER 16
Noelle
I was ten weeks pregnant now, and I had started to feel tired by the middle of the day. Twelve-hour shifts were becoming even harder to deal with, and most of the time, any chance I got, I tried to rush into the staff room and have a sit-down.
My plan was still the same; to try and work as many twelve hour shifts as I could, till I couldn’t anymore, and it was beginning to seem like that time was fast approaching. I had started to show a little too. My belly had begun to stretch the fabric of my scrubs.
I was hoping that the people I worked with every day, wouldn’t notice right away. However, it was obvious that if someone saw me after a long time, they would see it immediately.
It had already been a couple of weeks since I last saw my parents, and I was still trying to avoid seeing them again for as long as I could manage. The next time I saw them, I would have to tell them what was going on, because it would be so obvious about what was happening.
Now, with an ache in my back, I tried to keep up momentum as I walked down the corridor towards the outpatient ward. It was my turn to deal with some of the patients there, who had come to the hospital for minor problems. I could feel my ankles hurting and my mind swimming a little, as I pushed through the door and stepped in.
I was carrying a chart in my hand, and I looked at it now.
“Mr. Mark Kaz?” I called out the name of the first person on the list.
“Over here sweetheart,” I heard a voice and looked up to find the man sitting on one of the chairs. I gulped when I took a look at him because he had instantly reminded me of Tank and his friends.
He was a big guy, with bulging biceps, scruffy hair, and tattoos. His hair was long too, dirty blond and left open. Unlike Tank’s, this guy’s hair was greasy and thinner. He had intense blue eyes, and he was staring me up and down as I walked towards him. I knew he was checking me out, and unlike with Tank, whom I had felt an instant sexual attraction towards, this guy was just giving me the creeps the more he looked at me.
I pasted a smile on my face and walked towards him.
“I see that you need stitches,” I said, peering into the open gash on her forehead. It looked like he had been bleeding from that wound till recently, and now the blood had started to clot around the gash.
He had a wide toothy grin that stretched across his face, as he watched me.
“I don’t need them,” he said and laughed, and I tried to smile. I could sense him watching my every move as I wrote down notes on my chart. His gaze drifted from my breasts to the spot between my legs, my belly and face. When I looked at him again, he was biting down suggestively on his lip.
“How about we skip the stitches, and I take you out for a bike ride instead?” he asked, peering into my eyes. I tucked in a few strands of stray hair behind my ears and tried to smile again.
“We need to give you the stitches, Mr. Kaz. Why don’t you follow me in here?” I said and then turning around, I led him towards the gurney in the corner of the room, which was surrounded by a curtain to give the patients some privacy.
I knew it was a quick and easy job, it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes and once done, this guy could be out of my hair.
He followed me in and then sat down on the gurney, with his legs spread wide apart so that I had no choice but to look for a second at the bulge in his pants. He was clearly trying to tell me something, and I had a feeling that it was going to make me sick.
He was watching me, as I worked on preparing the needles and the anesthesia. I had been quick to notice the MC patch on his jacket. He belonged to some gang called the Dragon Knights, and I almost sighed with relief. At least he wasn’t a part of Tank’s gang.
“I don’t need that stuff, sweetheart. You can put the needle straight through,” he said when he saw me dabbing a cotton ball with the anesthesia.
“I recommend that you take it,” I told him, trying to be as polite as I possibly could.
“And I recommend that you don’t give it to me,” he said, through suddenly gritted teeth and a look of warning flashed across his face. I could see that this guy was accustomed to getting what he wanted.
I dropped the cotton ball in the waste bin and stepped closer to him with the needle in my hand.
I got a whiff of tobacco and whiskey from him, as I stood over him. Mark was looking up at me, presenting his forehead to be stitched. In the three years that I had been a nurse and the thousands of times that I had stitched wounds, never before had I felt a shake in my hands.
Something about this man scared me. It wasn’t just that he was undressing me with his eyes, there was a
threat to him, and my body was on high alert. I was trying to tell myself that I shouldn’t be quick to judge him, the way I had misjudged Tank and his friends; but I couldn’t help it. Something about this man told me that he was capable of violence and harm.
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Mark Kaz had been clenching his jaw, while I counted twelve stitches on his forehead. He was determined not to demonstrate any pain while I pierced his skin with the needle.
It would have taken me five minutes under normal circumstances, but it took me eight instead because I was starkly aware of the fact that this man was making me stitch him up without any local anesthesia. I was also afraid of him.
As I snipped the self-dissolving thread from the stitches, and stepped back, I noticed that he was glaring at me with a different sort of expression on his face now.
“I recognize you,” he hissed and then his gaze fell on the name-tag on my breast. “Nurse Peters…” he added, and for a few moments, I felt my body freeze.
I had no idea what he could possibly mean by that. I had definitely never met or seen him before in my life; and if I had, I would have remembered him.
“Excuse me?” I said, in a soft, weak tone as I stepped away from him.
“I said, that I recognize you from somewhere,” Mark said, and he stood up from the gurney and took a step towards me, while I slowly backed away from him.
“I can’t think of why. I’m pretty sure we have never met before,” I said, trying to sound casual. The only explanation for his behavior, could be that he was looking for more reasons and conversations to keep me there with him. It was obvious what he wanted. This had to be some sick twisted way for him to make a pass at me.
