CHAPTER THREE
– HEART –
Fuckin’ Karev. Here I thought the favor was done once he showed up, but no.
He ordered Lina to take me to her store.
Which means I have to put her on the back of my bike.
It’s a good thing I’m impressed by the curvy redhead, and the feel of her lush tits pressing against my back is making up for a lot of things.
Sadly, I have a new issue because I’m hard as fuck twenty minutes later when I park in front of her vintage store.
Her arms disappear from my waist when she hops off.
She doesn’t say a thing as her eyes stay on me.
She grabs her keys and lets her gaze stray to her hand.
She doesn’t move, and it’s then I notice the blood on the keys.
Stepping forward, I take the keys from her hand and ask, “Are you hurt?” and open the door for her.
“Probably. I have no clue. I don’t feel pain, so I need to check,” she murmurs and steps inside.
I lock the door and then ask to make sure I heard her, “You don’t feel pain?”
She winces and glances at the floor as if she’s ashamed.
“I’m not a normal person, as others keep telling me since the day I was born.
I can’t feel pain like a normal person, can’t have kids, can’t have a relationship, can’t do dangerous shit, and all the fun things in life.
It doesn’t mean I can’t be hurt. People keep forgetting that little fact because pain isn’t always physical. ”
Fuck, that must suck. For some it might seem like a superpower, but not feeling shit if you get hurt is a damn issue. Stepping on a rusty nail, getting infected, and dying from tetanus or sepsis without having a damn clue.
“So, you have a medical condition,” I state.
She slightly tilts her head. “I’ve never been to a hospital, but yes...you can say that.”
This little fact causes me to frown. “How the hell have you never been to a hospital with your condition?”
“I was dumped by my parents as a baby, adopted, dumped again, thrown into the system, and bounced around foster families until I was fourteen. I went searching for my biological family for answers. All I got was a cold shoulder, except from Karev. He gave me some answers and ignores me if I ask for more. Family secrets suck.” She huffs and grumbles, “Not that I have much family left. Only my half-brother. Yet, Karev feels more like an asshole friend meddling in everything, though. On the other hand, he’s always there when I need him... like tonight when he sent you.”
Family secrets. The Lexmore Beach chapter has some weird as fuck secrets. We’ve been dealing with Sevrin and Karev for years, and sure...everyone has their own quirks, but those fuckers have more than anyone else I know.
I’m talking about instincts, the kind where they notice shit as if they can see right through someone or smell something from miles away. I’m pretty openminded and know there’s more than the eye can see, but that’s as far as I’ll go.
Every member of the Kings of Anarchy knows to keep their mouth shut, and between chapters we don’t step on dicks, and for sure as shit mind our own damn business. Which is why I don’t question Lina any further, but I am worried as fuck about her.
It’s why I grunt, “Strip.”
Her eyes go wide and she takes a step back. “Excuse me?”
Taking a step in her direction, I point at her black shirt clinging to her belly. “I said strip so we can check every damn inch of your body. If you don’t feel pain you might have a life-threatening injury without knowing about it. So, get naked.”
She starts to sputter and I raise one of my eyebrows. It takes a few seconds for her to know I’m not budging. The way her shoulders sag indicates she now realizes it’s plain logic for us to check and make sure she’s okay.
“Fine. I’ll do it myself in the damn mirror, like I always do at the end of each day.” She spins around and rushes up the stairs, stripping her clothes as she goes.
She’s fully naked once she stops inside a room in front of a full-length mirror. I stumble over her clothes and almost smack headfirst into a wall. Holy fucking shit...what a body. Nothing, abso-fucking-lutely nothing, is fake about this woman.
Curvy hips, thick thighs, lush tits...my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her cunt, and my cock weeps fuckin’ precum at the idea of sliding home.
I don’t care if she’s related to Karev, or the fact she can’t have kids, nor give a shit relationship wise.
Standing before me naked with a body like that, and the reaction my body has to her?
Yeah, we’ll definitely be fucking like there’s no tomorrow, and there’s no way in hell I’d ever let anyone else have a slice of her either.
I blink a few times at my own train of thought and wait for the panic of claiming this woman to hit me.
Nothing. Having her as mine sounds damn perfect.
Though, right now I have to focus because when she turns, I can see a long deep cut on her side.
Stepping up beside her, I drop to my knees and place my hands near the wound to inspect the damage.
Worry hits me hard. This shit would normally hurt like hell.
Yet, she doesn’t so much as twitch. Gritting my teeth at the anger I feel running through me, I start to check every inch of her body.
She has bruises and a few lacerations, probably from running through the forest. The tiny cuts on her hands are probably from the knife she used.
“Do you have a first aid kit?” I ask.
She nods her head in the direction of a door. “In the bathroom under the sink.”
“Go lie down on the bed,” I tell her and get to my feet.
Once I return from the bathroom with the first aid kit, I find her lying on her back on the bed.
Opening the first aid kid, I take a pair of gloves before I take out the necessary things to clean her wound.
I notice the extra stuff like a sterile suture kit, and other shit that affirms the statement of not going to a hospital.
I thoroughly clean the wound and am kinda in awe the way she just lays there looking fuckin’ bored instead of in pain.
Hell, I’ve had some similar injuries and know how much they hurt.
It might seem like a blessing, yet she didn’t realize she had this gaping wound.
She could damn well die and not know what’s going on until her dying breath.
Once I’ve taken care of the wound, I dump the gloves in the trash and tell her, “Get up, I’m going to check you over once more.”
She frowns but scoots her ass off the bed and is standing naked before me. I take my time and let my hands glide over every inch of her skin. Lina sucks in her breath and gives me heated glances.
It’s as if the feeling is pure torture for both of us.
Strange because she clearly can’t feel shit.
On the other hand, she watches me touch her, so I guess it’s a craving.
Whatever it is, it’s making my cock hard as fuck, knocking on the damn zipper wanting to come out and play.
Though, I recognize this action of mine for what it is... possessiveness.
Something similar to when I get a new bike and want to make sure the machine is fuckin’ perfect. With Lina it’s to make sure she stays alive because I have plans for her. Plans that involve my cock and her pussy.
Releasing a relieved sigh when I’ve assured myself she doesn’t have any other injuries, I slap her ass. I mean, if she can’t feel I might as well take full advantage. I bark out a laugh when she yelps. Did she see in the mirror and react without feeling?
Her eyes are wide with wonder and it makes me ask, “What?”
With a shaky voice in a mere whisper she states, “I felt that.”
Now my eyes are wide as fuck. “Seriously?”
She gives me a tight nod. “It’s weird. I can’t feel hot or cold, but when you place your hand on me, I do feel warmth seeping through. Impossible. I can’t explain it and it’s fucking weird because I’ve never felt anything.”
We stare at one another until the doorbell rings and Lina mutters, “That must be Karev. Can you check while I throw some clothes on?”
I give her a tight nod and stalk out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Checking the peephole, I find out it’s indeed Karev standing on her doorstep.
Letting the fucker in, he instantly tells me, “They kicked the shit out of that guy and cut off his damn head and hands. Where is she? I need to check if she’s injured.”
“Already handled,” I reply.
His head whips my way and I swear his eyes light up like a fucking match.
With this I mean instant fire swirling, turning his eyes into the depths of hell.
I blink and it’s gone. Motherfucker. Like I said, the brothers of the Lexmore Beach chapter are way fucking different than our Nowalk chapter.
Freaky assholes, every single one of them.
“Good to know,” he grits. “Thanks for doing me a solid, but I’ll handle it from here.”
Did he just dismiss me? Not fucking happening.
To give his words more meaning the fucker opens the door and jerks his head as if to say, “Out you go.”
“Don’t be rude, Karev,” Lina snaps, standing at the top of the stairs. “He did more than help me today. Besides it’s my house, so close the door. Unless he wants to go, then he can leave.”
No way I’m fucking leaving. It’s why I smirk at Karev while I rip the door from his grip and slam it shut.