Epilogue Two
Waking up in hospital again had been a surprise. Worse than that was having no fucking idea what had happened to put me there. Apparently some fucker had stabbed me in the back, and to be honest, that shit was really messing with my head.
This guy messing with the club was apparently a club member, so that person had literally and figuratively stabbed me in the back. Someone I knew and trusted was capable of sticking a knife in a brother, and leaving him for dead. I wished I could remember something about that night, but four days later, and I was still struggling.
“Oh. It’s you again. You do realise that there are other people in the world who need our care too?” It was her. That fucking hot doc from the day I came off my bike. Was she hotter than before?
“I had to find some way to get you in my bedroom, babe.”
She rolled her eyes, stepping just close enough to fiddle with the machines beside me.
“I’ve told you before, you will address me as doctor, and not any of these offensive little pet names. I’m not your pet, Mr North, so maybe show a little respect when you address me.”
Fuck this woman was a goddess, and pissing her off was my new addiction.
“Damn, babe… you’re so fucking sexy when you’re bossing me around. Is that what you’re like in the bedroom for reals?”
She rolled her eyes, and smoothed her brown hair into the messy bun she wore.
“Let’s just say that you’re never going to find out, Mr North. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other patients.”
Yeah, for now, babe. For now.