Page 7 of Demon Rider

Clearly, she has no fucking clue what I am talking about, but she will soon. I can already feel a connection between us, the bond is pulling us together already. The way she came with me with no hesitation, her soul recognized me.

“Tyson, Pres is in the medical room with Doc.” Otto calls out.

With a salute, I lead my woman down the hall away from the open-air porno as she called it, so the medical room we have here.

Even though we are Reapers, we are also in human body, so we still take injures from time to time, but we heal quicker than normal.

Pres is talking to Doc who is human but knows what we are, he helps the club, when we saved him one time from being taken by a dark soul.

“Tyson, she good?” Pres nods to Kristina.

“I may have been kidnapped, punched and slapped around a bit, and told that I would be raped and enjoy it. Have my teeth pulled out so I couldn’t bite his pencil dick when forced to give him a blowjob, but I can still speak for myself.” Kristina snaps, but all the while inching closer to me.

I laugh, flexing my fingers kind of letting her know that she is okay.

“Damn, Zeke, she put you in your place, brother.” Doc laughs.

“That she did.” Pres nods to her. “Sit.” He points to the bed.

“Not a dog.” She mutters but sits on the bed.

I chuckle, keeping my gaze on Pres watching his reaction. He gives me a subtle nod, but I know she is good with him.

“Right. I am Doctor Smith, but you can call me Doc.”

“Are you really a doctor?” she asks him.

“I am. Over twenty years. Do you need some privacy?”

I growl, stepping closer to the bed at his words, but he doesn’t flinch, just cock’s brow at me.

“No, I am good. He didn’t rape me. If I am being honest, it is cuts and scrapes. He punched and slapped me, but cut me when I fought more. Who was he?”

I go to speak to explain, but Pres stops me.

“That is not your concern right now. Have Doc check you over, and then you can get showered,” he nods to me. “Step outside.” He walks out leaving me no time to tell him to fuck off.

“I will be right back. Doc will take care of you, you are safe.”

I feel fear slipping through the bond, so I cup her face.

“I will be right outside. You call me, I come running, baby.”

Doc huffs with humor in his tone, looking at him he nods.

“It is like that?” I nod “Good, about time, man.”

With one more touch to her back, I leave, meeting Pres in the hall.

“Has she said anything?”

Shaking my head. “Not about what happened to her, only what you heard in there. She told me she has epilepsy,”

“Why did she tell you that?”

“I asked about her riding on a bike, she added she has never driven, I asked why.” I shrug.

I can feel the pull to be back to her, looking over my shoulder, I see her give Doc a friendly smile a she answers question. He cleans her cuts, the one on her arm will need stiches and the two I saw on her inner thigh.