Chapter 3
Pike
“First of all, I can stand up to piss,” I argue with the nurse. I want this tube out of my cock before I lose my shit on them. I’m a fucking man. Not some kind of machine. They don’t need me hooked up to all of this.
“I’m waiting on the doctor to tell us we can remove that.”
“You’re gonna remove it, or I’m gonna do it myself,” I argue a little more. The poor nurse doesn’t stand a chance with me. I know what I want, and I want this shit off. “In fact, find Feather.”
“Why?”
“She’ll remove this shit. Now go find her,” I demand. The nurse rolls her eyes and walks out of the room as I sigh and lean back. The guys came to see me yesterday, but I was so fucking drugged up and groggy I don’t remember shit. Mask said it was one person on the feed, but he had a mask over his face, so we couldn’t see who he was. I’m not sure who the hell it would have been.
Nevertheless, I’m going to make them pay for what they did to me. I’m going to hunt that motherfucker to the end of the earth. Then I’m going to cut him limb by limb until I’m satisfied with what I’ve done.
The door opens, and a timid Feather walks in. What has her down today? Same thing as yesterday?
“Don’t look so happy to see me,” I tease. She breaks into a smile that looks too fake for her beautiful face and walks toward me.
“They said you wanted to see me.”
“Yeah, there’s a tube in my cock and I want it out.”
“That’s for your own safety. The doctor doesn’t want you up and walking yet,” she answers softly.
“Yeah, about that shit. I can stand to piss. Hell, I’ll be a good little bastard and piss in the cup if you take this thing out of me.”
“You really want me to do it? I am jailbait, after all.” She throws my words back at me, and I smirk. I like her.
“You’re right. You shouldn’t be lookin’ at my cock. Get that old nurse back in unless you don’t mind seein’ me naked.”
“You forget I’ve already seen you naked,” she reminds me.
“When?”
“When you first came in, and they had to cut your clothes off.” Fuck me, she’s right. She’d already seen the monster in my pants, and it probably scared her.
“Right. So Jailbait, how about it? You take this thing out for me?” I rip the sheet up my legs and expose myself to her. It’s probably wrong on many levels, but I could hardly give a shit at this point. I just want it out.
“As much as I’d love to be the one to do it for you, I can’t. You aren’t my patient.”
“You wanna be my nurse?” I ask her, looking her up and down in the scrubs she has on. “I’ll play along.”
“As nice as that sounds, I was just getting off. I need to go,” she says. I don’t want her to go. Not yet. I don’t know what the fuck it is about her I like, but I want to talk to her more. I know she’s young, but fuck me.
“Stay.”
“Are you always this demanding?”
“Usually. I promise to cover my cock if you stay a few more minutes.” She nods her head as I throw the sheet back over myself. She walks closer and adjusts it so I’m completely covered.
“Don’t like seein’ cock?”
“You’d be surprised at how many I’ve actually seen working here,” she giggles before dropping into the chair next to my bed.
“You actually see a lot of them?”
“Yep. Old and young.”
“Damn. I didn’t realize you’d see that many.”
“You’d be surprised at what we see come in here.”
“What’s the funniest thing you’ve seen?” I ask her. I can’t help myself. I just want her to talk. I don’t care what the fuck she talks about either, as long as those pretty lips keep moving.
“Well, since you’re obsessed with cock. We had a patient shove a charging wire up his before.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah. It was pretty crazy. He had a lot of mental issues and thought he was recharging.” Now I burst into laughter that kills my side. I wince and cough the pain away as Feather stands and rests her hand on my back. Fuck there’s that feeling again. The one that I got the last time she touched me.
“You should rest. You don’t want to rip your stitches out,” she tells me. Fuck resting. I want to talk to her. I want her to talk.
“Maybe you shouldn’t tell me funny stories then.”
“I’ll keep them for a later time.”
“So you plan on talkin’ to me more?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She smiles and shakes her head.
“I really need to get going.”
“What if I begged you?”
“To what?”
“Stay.”
“You don’t strike me as the type of guy to beg anyone,” she taunts. Smart girl. Smart girl.
“You’re right. I’m not gonna beg you, Jailbait.” Just as I say the words, the door flies open, and the guys walk in. They look between Feather and me before smiling.
“We interruptin’ somethin’?” Van asks as he wiggles his eyebrows.
“I was just leaving. He needed to be reminded why he still needs certain tubes,” Feather tells them.
“You just dropped by?” Mask asks her.
“He actually requested me. Not sure why.” She glances back over at me. I smile at her and hope she doesn’t leave, but I have a bad feeling she’s going to.
“I need help.”
“You have a nurse,” she reminds me.
“That wasn’t helpin’ me.”
“I didn’t help you either,” she retorts, crossing her arms over her chest. Fuck me, she shouldn’t do that. It draws my goddamn attention.
“You did more than you know.”
“Well, then, my job here is done.”
“I told her she should stick around,” I tell the guys. Mask grunts and Van laughs, but Free nods his head.
“I think I agree. Stick around, Feather.” They move closer, pulling stools or leaning against the wall when Mask speaks.
“We have shit. Not a single reason for you bein’ shot, Pike. I don’t like it.”
“What are you thinkin’?”
“I don’t know, brother. It’s really hard to say at this point. Wrong club, maybe?” Mask suggests. The guys grunt. They don’t agree.
“You don’t think so?” I ask, looking at them.
“No. How the hell do you fuck that up?” Free says, making sense. You can’t really fuck up and go to the wrong clubhouse. It’s clearly marked with our logo.
“I should go,” Feather says once more.
“Nah, you’re good,” I tell her before looking back at the guys. “Random?”
“Why? He didn’t rob you or anything. Doesn’t make sense,” Mask adds. He’s right. It doesn’t make sense. It wasn’t random. Someone was out to prove a point but for what? And who?
“Fuck me. You’re right.”
“Who have we fucked with that would want revenge?”
“Who the hell did I fuck with is the better question.”
“There’s been a lot of robberies that have gone bad. Maybe that’s all it was,” Feather offers. No, he didn’t try to rob me. Just shot and left.
“No. Wasn’t that.”
“How do you know?” she asks.
“I know because I was there. He shot me and took off. He had a reason.”
“What reason could someone possibly have to shoot another person?” she asks.
“Many reasons. We’re not good people, Jailbait. We do bad things,” I tell her. Her eyes widen as she looks between us and things start to fall into place.
“I need to go.”
“Scared, Jailbait?”
“No. I just need to go,” she repeats. I don’t believe her. I spooked her, and that’s not what I meant to do. I nod my head once and watch as she brushes past the others and walks out of the room, but not before looking back at me once more. I don’t know what I see in her eyes. Intrigue maybe? A little fear?
When the door closes, Mask bursts into laughter.
“Scared the shit out of the poor little nurse,” he says.
“I wasn’t tryin’ to.”
“Why’d you ask for her anyway?”
“I was curious.”
“She’s too young, Pike. Leave that girl alone.”
“She isn’t that young.”
“Yeah, she is if you’re callin’ her jailbait,” Free reminds me. I run my hand through my hair before sighing and resting against the bed.
“When can I get out of here?”
“That’s the thing. You can leave anytime you want. Doc said he’d look after you at the clubhouse.”
“Thank fuck. Get that other nurse back in here and get this shit off me then,” I tell him. Mask nods and walks out of the room, leaving the others.
“How’s your cock feel with that tube in it?” Free asks as he kicks at the little bag collecting my urine.
“Like a goddamn tube is in my cock. What the hell do you think it feels like?” I ask him in return. Sometimes, I wonder if he really is stupid.
“I don’t know. Never had one,” he muses.
“Keep talkin’ shit and you will.”
“So what’s with the nurse?”
“Jailbait? I don’t know. I just like messin’ with her.”
“She’s young, Pike.”
“No shit. I didn’t say I was fuckin’ her.” Although the thought of pulling those little scrub pants off and seeing what’s beneath them has crossed my mind a few times.
“Yeah, that’s not what you were thinkin’ at all,” Van chimes in. I flip them both off and lay back, waiting for the damn nurse to return. Then I can get the hell out of here.