Page 105 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
“I want you to stay away from him. I don’t want you getting anywhere near him,” I hissed at Tony again and he threw his head back and laughed. As though I said something funny. Even though he was laughing, I had noticed the look of rage in his eyes. He was not pleased by my behavior.
“Don’t be jealous, babe, I miss you too. I want us to live together again, as a family,” he said and this time it was my turn to laugh. It wasn’t funny. It was hilarious!
“We were never a family, Tony,” I began to say.
“Scar!” he corrected me again.
“And there is no way we are coming back to live with you. The sooner you realize that, the better it would be for all of us,” I said, gripping Carter tightly. Tony was still grinning. He wasn’t taking any of this seriously.
“I know we’ve had our differences, but I can fix things, babe. All you have to do is give me a chance,” he said and I clenched my jaw with temper.
“There is nothing to fix. It broke three years ago and there is nothing you can do about it. I don’t want to be with you. Just accept it,” I said and decided it was time to go. I had a feeling that Joan was watching us and I trusted her to call the cops if Tony tried to come close to us.
“Don’t be like this, babe. You’re just being stubborn,” he said, in a casual flirty voice as I walked past him, keeping a firm grip on Carter in my arms.
“Stay away from me!” I said as I rushed towards my parked car. I was still afraid, I was frightened that he would follow us, that he might block my path to the car. But thankfully, he didn’t. Tony remained standing where we had left him and he didn’t even respond to what I had just said.
At the car, I quickly strapped Carter in to the backseat in his car seat and jumped in the front. I kept my eyes averted from Tony as I started the car and strapped myself in.
“Mommy, was that daddy?” Carter asked and I felt my fingers shaking as I started the car. I knew I needed to be calm while driving, especially with my son in the backseat, but my nerves were frayed and I couldn’t get a hold on myself.
“You don’t have to worry about it, honey. Did you have a nice day?” I spoke in a cooing voice to Carter as I stepped on the accelerator.
“Miss Meyers let me do drawing,” Carter said. He had already forgotten what had just happened.
As I drove away, I looked in the rearview mirror. Tony was still standing there. The grin had dropped from his face now and he was glaring at us. I caught his eyes in the mirror. Dark and threatening. I knew this wasn’t over. He wasn’t just about to let it drop like this, but for the time being Carter was safe and Tony hadn’t done anything.
“That’s very good, honey. You can show them to me when we get home,” I spoke to Carter, driving out of Tony’s view now.
I could hear my phone buzzing in the seat next to me. I had rushed out of the VA without informing anybody. I had already missed my appointment with a patient and my colleagues couldn’t get a hold of me.
“Baby, you will have to come to work with mommy today. Only for a little while,” I said.
“Yay! I love going to work!” Carter squealed with joy behind me and I smiled at him through the rearview mirror. He had my blond hair, but it was shaggy and straight like his father’s. He had Tony’s dark eyes as well and I gulped. As much as I loved Carter, as desperately protective as I was of him; I knew that the older he got, he would remind me of Tony every day.
Carter was smiling at me now through the mirror and I blew him a kiss. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him. I’d protect him with my life if I had to.
CHAPTER 3
Hunter
I wheeled Marco into the VA building the next day. He hadn’t been making much conversation the whole morning, and I had allowed him his silence. I knew how difficult this had to be for him.
“Show time!” I said now, in a cheerful voice and Marco simply grunted under his breath. At reception, I spoke to a friendly woman who didn’t seem to judge either me or him for our out-of-place appearance and she asked Marco to fill out a form.
I sat with him as he did this and looked around. Like every other government establishment, the VA building too stank of order and precision. It looked like a place where everyone followed orders. Something that made me feel uncomfortable. Other than the Bad Disciples and doing my duty by my MC, there was nothing else that mattered to me; definitely not abiding law!
Marco handed the form back to the lady and she spoke to him some more, asking him details of his injury.
“If you wouldn’t mind wheeling him in to the physical therapy room, one of our therapists will join you shortly,” she said to me, and I noticed the sympathy in the lady’s eyes. I was just glad that Marco hadn’t caught it because he would have commanded me to get him out of there. He couldn’t handle pity. Not even from me.
We were quiet again as I brought him into the physical therapy room. The place was fairly deserted and looked like a specialized gym. It had levers and balancing bars and some chairs that looked like they were meant for massages.
“As good as a spa,” I said, as I parked Marco along one of the seats and sat down beside him. There were two other people, one of whom was being assisted by a therapist to walk using the levers.
“Yeah, just as good as a vacation,” Marco said sourly beside me and I tried to keep up the casual air between us.
“Be nice to the lady,” I said, like I was scolding a child and I tipped my head in the direction of the physical therapist who was working on the other patient. Marco grunted under his breath again and I looked at the woman. I did a double take. I hadn’t expected a physical therapist to look like her.
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sp; She was in blue scrubs which I had never found this particularly sexy, but there she was, standing in front of us, her head bent over the man in the wheelchair who she was trying to help up.
I scanned her body hungrily. She was surprisingly strong for a petite girl her size. She couldn’t have been taller than five feet and a couple of inches and every movement she made was graceful and delicate. Even through the scrubs, I could tell that she had delicious curves. The fabric stretched over her plump generously endowed breasts, and her waist was small while her hips were full.
Her skin was a frail pale complexion, and every time she moved her head, I noticed the dotting of freckles on the tops of her cheeks. She had tight golden curls, like a bunch of ringlets, which she had tied up in a bun. But most of her curls had escaped it and were now falling gracefully over her face. She hadn’t glanced at us yet, but I had noticed her green bright eyes. She was absolutely stunning!
“Hunter!” Marco’s voice cut through my thoughts and I turned to him with a jerk. I realized that he had been talking to me. My mind had wandered for a few minutes while I stared at the woman in the scrubs.
“Did you hear what I said or were you busy fantasizing about the chick who is going to massage my legs?” Marco joked and I noted the delighted glimmer in his eyes. I grinned at him.
“You said this was the best place to score a lay,” I said, laughing a little, even though I was suddenly feeling very confused with how I was feeling.
“I was talking about myself you mad fuck!” Marco scolded me but he was laughing as well now.
I looked back at the woman again and caught her helping her patient back on the wheelchair now. She was bent over him, speaking to him in hushed tones. Even from a distance, and even though I couldn’t hear what she was saying, I could sense that she was gentle and kind. Not usually the kind of woman I met in my day to day life. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had even spoken to someone like her. She wasn’t my type. I liked spilling cleavages, firetruck red lips, long manicured nails and stinging tongues. I liked to fuck women I didn’t have to work hard to get.
