Page 62 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
I pulled up my pants, and she opened the door, looking down the corridor to check if anyone was coming. Then she stepped outside and waited for me to join her.
When I stepped outside, she turned to me but avoided her eyes.
“Will you be able to get back by yourself?” she asked.
“Of course,” I replied, searching her face for more, but she had already started walking away from me.
So, I had no other choice but to turn around and go back to my room.
CHAPTER 8
Noelle
I was waiting outside Tank’s room. Through the glass window on the door, I could see Doctor Mason speaking to him. Tank was nodding his head, and the doctor was smiling. I knew that meant that he was going to be discharged today.
I had managed to keep my distance from him since the day, two days ago, when I had his cock in my mouth in the supply room down the corridor. I got some of the other nurses who I was friends with; to cover my rounds and it drained me. I wanted to see him. I wanted him to know just how much I had enjoyed it. I had never given someone a blowjob before, but with Tank, it had made me feel powerful. My pussy had been dripping wet the whole time, and that night, I had pleasured myself to the fantasy of having that cock inside me, instead of just in my mouth.
But he was a patient, and also a man who my family would never approve of. So, I knew that my relationship with him could never go beyond this. I had acted in my best interest the last two days, to stay away from him. But now that I’d heard that Doctor Mason was going to discharge him, that he had been healing quickly and making great progress; I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to see him again.
So I waited, till Doctor Mason stepped out of the room and passing him a smile, I opened the door and saw Tank on the bed. He was sitting up now, his beard seemed fuller, and my mouth salivated when I saw how hot he looked.
For a moment, there was a look of surprise in his eyes, like he had not expected to see me again. Then, he smiled. I couldn’t remember seeing Tank smile before. He was just not the smiling type.
“I was hoping I’d see you again,” he said, in a deep quiet voice and I shut the door behind me.
I edged closer to him, keeping my hands clasped together and forcing myself to meet his eyes.
“I heard you’re being discharged today and that you’ve been doing really well,” I said, and I noticed how the bandage around his stomach had now been replaced by a small patch, just to cover the wound. Tank nodded.
“I feel fit, back to normal,” he said, and his eyes traveled over my body. He was doing that thing again where he was undressing me with his eyes. And once again, it sent a shivering thrill down my spine.
“Noelle…” he said my name and I couldn’t escape him now. I had to stand there and listen to what he had to say to me.
“Yes?” I said and looked back at his handsome, chiseled face.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, and I felt my shoulders droop. I wasn’t afraid of him! Those were the last feelings I felt for him. I was attracted to him. I desired him. I wanted to get to know him. I wanted to see him smile more often. I was afraid of myself around him.
“Is there anything about you that I should be afraid of?” I asked and stepped closer to him. His eyes settled on my breasts, swung down to the spot between my legs, and then his gaze traveled up my body to my face again.
“Whatever I am, you should know that I would never do anything to harm you,” he said, and I felt goosebumps on my arms. I had never trusted anybody as much as I trusted this stranger. There was a quiet strength about him that I believed in, and I wished I could communicate that to him, but I couldn’t put it in words.
“All right. You haven’t harmed me, have you?” I asked, and Tank clenched his jaws.
“No, I don’t think I have. But I can understand why you want to keep your distance from me, and that’s okay. It was good while it lasted,” Tanks said, and his mouth was firmly set like he was angry. His hazel eyes were dark and narrowed as he stared at me. His words made me panic. They had reminded me that it was all going to be over soon. That Tank would be discharged from the hospital in a few hours, and then I might never see him again.
I stepped closer to him, biting down on my lip. He was following my every moment with his eyes, tracking my body.
“I don’t think you understand why I’m trying to keep my distance from you,” I argued, and Tank took in a deep breath.
“You think I’m some kind of monster, that I don’t belong to your world and that if you want to stay safe, you should stay away from me,” he replied, and I stared at him, my lips slightly parted. “And you’re absolutely right,” he added, and all my breath seemed to leave my body.
“I don’t think you’re a monster!” I snapped, and I watched as Tank clenched his jaw.
“But I don’t belong to your world either, do I?” he asked, and I hesitated before I said anything. He was right, that was exactly what I had been thinking all these days since I met him.
Instead of replying to him, I walked over and sat down beside him on the hospital bed. I had no idea how many rules I was breaking by doing that, but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing him again, and us parting on these terms. There was something about this man that pulled me towards him, no matter how dangerous and destructive it was.
“Then why don’t you tell me what world you belong to, Tank?” I asked him, in a soft, encouraging voice. He was staring at me like he was struggling with himself, but eventually, Tank relaxed his shoulders, and I knew he was going to tell me what I wanted to know.
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“I don’t think you’ll understand,” Tank said as he sat beside me, studying my face carefully.
“Try me,” I said, and he took in a deep breath.
“I don’t think you’ll like what you’ll hear,” he continued, and I smiled.
“I promise that I won’t judge you for anything you say,” I reassured him, and Tank ran a hand through his long wavy hair.
“I’m part of a Motorcycle Club,” he said, and I nodded my head.
“The Bad Disciples,” I added and he knotted his brows.
“How do you know that?” he asked and I smiled again.
“I saw a patch on your friend’s jacket. I was wondering if you belonged to the same club,” I explained and Tank clenched his jaw. He was expecting me to break at any point now. I was breaking. The fact that he had now admitted in his own words that he belonged to an MC was terrifying, but I tried to remain calm and hear him out.
“Do you know what that means?” he asked and I gulped before I nodded my head.
“I have some idea, but only from perception. I’ve never met anyone from an MC before,” I admitted, and Tank’s eyes grew a little diffused like he was beginning to feel sorry for me.
“We don’t exactly have jobs, but we make a lot of money. Do you understand what I’m saying?” he continued, and I could feel my mouth growing dry.
“You mean you earn the money through…by…committing crimes?” I asked, and Tank sighed.
“According to some laws, yes, through criminal activity. But, Noelle, you should know that neither I nor any of my brothers from the MC would ever hurt a civilian. Someone outside our clubs,” he said, and I could feel a tremble in my fingertips. I could never have imagined myself having a conversation like this with a stranger. With someone I hardly knew. I gulped and nodded my head.
“I want you to understand, that we run our lives and our clubs like any other business, and we keep our problems within our own world. We operate on strict rules and codes of conduct. We would never hurt any women or children, you have to trust me on that,” he was peering into my eyes as he spoke, trying to judge my reaction. Even though I could feel my mind exploding with all the information he was giving me, I nodded my head.
“I trust you, Tank,” I said in a quiet voice, and he nodded as well.
“We trade in drugs and weapons, that is our
business model. Any violence as a result of that is because we can’t help it. We would like nothing more than peace. We don’t go looking for violence. We’re not sadistic bastards as the world would like to believe we are,” he went on, and I nodded my head.
“I never thought you were,” I said, and I met his eyes. He knew I was frightened by everything he was saying, but I had asked for it. He was only telling me what I requested to know.
“Is that how you got shot?” I asked, and Tank took a few moments to reply. He stared at me like he was deciding whether to trust me or not. This was working two-ways. He needed to trust me as much as I needed to believe him.
“We got ambushed. We were overseeing a delivery of weapons shipment at the docks, and we got ambushed by a rival club. I walked into a round of fire to catch them, and I got shot,” Tank said, and I saw his biceps clench with fury. I could see how he was affected by the incident. Like he wanted to get out of the hospital as fast as he could so that he could do something about it.
“Are you going to take vengeance on them? On the rival gang?” I asked, in a meek voice. I didn’t want to verbally admit it, but I was afraid for his life. What would a confrontation lead to? Would Tank get shot again? Would he narrowly escape death again the way he had this time?
Tank didn’t reply. Instead, he continued staring at me, and I knew my answer.
