15. Chapter 14
Clark – Three Days Later
I sigh as I walk into work. My feet already hurt, and the day hasn’t even started. It doesn’t help that my head is still scrambled.
He paid for me to attend college, Miles went behind my back and paid for me to go…
I rub my forehead. After he got back from church, after I let my anger loose on his father when I finally had some time to myself to just stop and think, instead of letting me question him, he kissed me. I was a goner.
I spent years refusing help with my education— from the club, my parents, even him. Yet, within a few weeks of him claiming me to my face, he turned my life upside down and gave me everything I have always wanted.
A career in nursing, a sense of family – him…
My head spins every time I remember handing him the divorce papers because now I feel like we’ve just done a one-eighty.
“Hey, did Drew get Willow alright this morning?” a tired voice asks that sends shivers down my spine, and I look up before locking eyes with ones I’ve fallen in love with.
“She did…” I say as I stop before Miles next to the central nursing desk, and Amber looks up between us, a sly smirk on her face.
Damn woman, I’m never going to hear the end of this now.
I check the time and see he’s on hour fourteen, and I ask, “Why are you still here?”
He sighs, “A few patients came in, I should be gone within the next hour though.”
I frown, not happy with his answer, but say nothing. He notices and asks, “Still want to kill me?”
I narrow my eyes at the man, which only makes him smirk.
“Why would she want to kill you?” Amber asks, butting in, and I give my husband a warning glare, which he ignores.
“I’ve managed to enroll her in college for the fall, she’ll be learning in-house and under you, I believe, Amber,” he says cockily, and I groan as Amber squeals in delight.
“Oh my god,” she says so excitedly, “When will she start following me?”
“In about a month,” Miles answers, and I shake my head at my husband.
“Don’t you have a patient to go see before you clock out?” I sass, and he grins wide.
“I do, but I like pissing you off as well,” he admits and I shove him slightly, making him chuckle as he wraps an arm around my waist and cups my cheek.
“We need a date, buttercup,” he murmurs, and my heart pounds at his words.
"We have a daughter," I remind him.
He hums, then says, "She can join us or stay overnight with Auntie Drew, Uncle Cage, and Angela."
I bite my lip, unsure. My head is still all over the place.
“Please,” he rasps, and I sigh but nod, causing a massive grin to overtake his face, and he kisses me in front of everyone on the floor, and I can practically feel Amber bouncing in her seat.
“Dr. White,” Dr. Lavish scolds, and Miles breaks the kiss while I roll my eyes, making him chuckle.
He kisses me again, then says, “Alright, buttercup, I’ll see you at home.”
I nod, and he yet again kisses me before turning to the livid doctor who snaps, “Kissing on the ward is inappropriate!”
Miles retorts, “That didn’t stop you from trying to grope me every second you got, and last time I checked, she is my wife!”
Amber grasps my hand from over the desk while my mouth drops at his declaration, and Dr. Lavish’s face reddens with anger, but ignoring her, Miles winks my way and then walks over to room ten.
Holy…
Dr. Lavish stomps her foot and moves to follow him when a loud alarm echoes, making us all jump in shock, and a red flashing light blinks around us, indicating an escaped patient.
Crap, Mr. Dary.
Miles turns around instantly before entering room ten, his eyes coming my way. Dr. Lavish freezes in place, Amber gasps, and suddenly I feel a body pressed against my back, a blade at my neck, making me lift my head slightly and I tense.
Double crap…
Miles’s growl echoes over the alarm, and everyone pauses, seeing my predicament, his guard looking panicked.
I’m guessing he didn’t want to watch him take a crap again, like last time.
"Well, if it isn’t my favorite nursing assistant," Mr. Dary growls in my ear as he leans closer and I meet my husband's furious gaze from across the room.
“Not very smart of you to do this, Mr. Dary,” I say as the alarm stops and I hear the doors automatically lock around us, the prisoner being contained.
“Why? Because you lied about being married to a brother? Dr. Lavish said it wasn’t true, that you don’t even know the brothers, that you’re all talk,” he hisses, and the doctor in question pales.
Stupid jealous woman.
“Did you hear that, Miles? Apparently, we’re not married,” I say, not looking away from my husband, whose phone is now in his hand, and I see a call connected.
He’s called the cavalry, and hopefully, Crusher will be here on a job.
I feel Mr. Dary look up, then tense when he sees my husband, whose tattoos are visible around his collar.
I gasp as I’m dragged back. The knife digs deeper into my skin until it stings, and I feel wetness begin to build underneath it and Miles takes a step forward, growling louder.
Mr. Dary snaps, “Don’t move or I'll kill her!”
His body is shaking, he’s scared, and he should be, and the only reason why I’m not panicking is that my eyes are locked with my husband's determined gray ones.
“You’ve got five seconds to let go of my wife,” Miles threatens as he takes another step towards me, and Mr. Dary digs the knife in deeper, causing everyone to gasp as blood trickles down my neck but I don’t move.
“You’re not club,” he says, “you’re a doctor…”
Dr. Lavish lets out a small cry and instantly I know she’s ranted lies to the prisoner.
My husband slowly unbuttons his shirt, spreading it open to show everyone his tattoos.
The main tattoo, a golden spider in a crest, is on his right pec, my name clear as day on his ribcage, showing he had indeed claimed me.
Mr. Dary holds me tighter with fear, knowing the Carnage MC doesn't just shoot you when you hurt their own.
Miles points at me and snaps, “She’s not just my wife, the wife of the VP of the club, she’s also a sister of an officer brother, she’s a daughter of a brother, and you have just fucked up allowing her to bleed.”
I know I should be scared, but my eyes stay locked on his body—on the mat of hair leading from his navel to his slacks.
Crap, I really shouldn’t be lusting after my husband right now…
Amber clears her throat and I side-eye her while she raises a brow at me. I slightly lift my shoulder as if to say, ‘Have you seen my husband?’ and she smirks, then a relieved smile appears on her face and I know a brother is here, or a few by the gust behind me.
“Holding my sister at knifepoint?” I hear my brother, and I physically relax, but soon gasp when Mr. Dary spins us, the knife digging deeper, and he chokes, “Fuck,” seeing not one but five MC brothers, six if you want to include my father, who steps forward looking menacing with his tattoos all over his neck.
“Let go of my daughter, right now!” he demands, and I flinch as the knife digs even deeper.
“Oh god, it’s the scalpel I forgot to take out of his room with me,” I hear Dr. Lavish choke, and I roll my eyes not surprised.
Okay, so it isn’t a knife-knife…
“You heard my father, let my sister go right now,” Crash demands as he takes a step forward, and I lock eyes with him.
His eyes race between mine before he gives me a subtle head nod, and I know what I have to do and seeing our exchange, Cage takes a step forward, giving me the opening I need.
Mr. Dary points the scalpel at him and shouts, "Don’t come any closer, Cage or I’ll kill her. I didn’t believe she was a club princess!"
I seize the moment and slam my head back hard, connecting with the man’s nose and throbbing pain shoots through me as Mr. Dary screams out in pain, but I ignore it and I quickly duck as he brings the hand with the scalpel around as if to try and stab me.
Crash grabs me by my arms and drags me out of the way. I grip his cut and look just as Miles tackles the man to the ground, the man that is wearing only a gown, his hairy butt out, which makes me gag.
That is gross.
“Are you okay?” Crash asks as he cups my cheek and I wince at the pain in my neck just as gauze is placed there and I lock eyes with Amber's tearful ones.
“I’m alright, the club taught me well,” I say to her, and a few tears fall as she nods before I hear, “Brother, give me my wife,” and I look to Mr. Dary, now handcuffed to a pissed off guard, and my husband storming my way.
Amber steps aside as he takes over the pressure on my neck, then wraps his arm around my waist and slowly moves the gauze to take a look at the jackass’s handiwork.
Miles’s jaw ticks as he grunts, “Cage!”
“Already done,” Cage replies, and I look at the guard to see him nod.
Well, at least the man will suffer.
“Clark, why don’t you take the day off?” Amber sniffles, and I nod but wince at the pain in my neck while Dr. Lavish snaps, “She has a list to complete!”
Is she living on another planet or something?
Several growls echo in the room, making the woman jump back as my husband snaps, “And she was just held at knife point because you left a scalpel in a dangerous patient's room, which is cause for suspension!”
The woman flinches, and I lock eyes with my husband as Amber states, “Clark is off today, Dr. Lavish. She is under my supervision, not yours, and Dr. White, I do believe you are over your hours. Go home!”
Miles nods as he inspects my neck and mumbles, “It’s not deep enough for stitches, but it will scab and probably hurt like a bitch for a few weeks.”
I grab his arm, and we lock eyes again, and I say, “I’m okay, you taught me well.”
The memory of us sparring when I was sixteen flashes before me, when my lust for him really shone through and a small smile plays on my lips.
“Not the point, buttercup, I just had my whole fucking life with you flash before my eyes and it wasn’t long enough,” he whispers, and I swear my heart swoons.
Well damn…
“Take me home, Miles,” I say, and he nods before kissing me lightly. Then, without looking at anyone, he pulls me close to him and guides me out of the hospital and mumbles, “As soon as I’m done at the clubhouse, I’ll pick Willow up early, and we can have a family day.”
And by done at the clubhouse, he means killing Mr. Dary.
I don’t say anything or refuse, knowing right now he needs to stay grounded, and as we walk out the door, I hear, “Oh my god, Clark!”
“Not now, Belle, please,” Miles says, and she snaps, “She’s my best friend, you didn’t even want her!”
Well, ouch, thanks, Belle.
“Belle!” Crash snaps in shock, and she gasps, “I-I, I’m sorry, I just, I was worried…”
I don’t hear what else she says. Instead, I grip Miles by his coat and burrow into his side while he guides us out of the hospital parking lot, keeping the gauze to my throat, and the brothers follow.
Miles kisses my head, and I close my eyes and lean on him letting his warmth suck me in.