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“Fuck them.” My smile widens as I walk around my desk to sit and look at her.
“I just ran into Dr. Prichett in the hall.” Her face tells me how his name makes her feel,
“I’m sure he must love me coming back to work.” My heart sores.
“So you’re here to accept?” She rolls her eyes as if it was a for gone conclusion.
“No.” Wait, what?
“Excuse me?” I ball my hands into fists and drop them into my lap.
“I thought you deserved to hear the reason why in person, or I wouldn’t risk coming here and getting arrested. Diego, it’s not the right move for me at the moment, and it’s career suicide for you. Trust me that this is for the best, but I appreciate you going to bat for me. It means the world to me.” She stands and, after checking the hallway is clear, leaves me sitting in my chair speechless.
“Fuck,” I knock the coffee cup off my desk with such force it flies across the room and shatters against the wall, leaving a trail of brown running down the wall.
I pull my cell phone out of my lab coat and search for Junior’s number. My cousin picks up on the second ring and yells through the line at me.
“HANG ON!” I ground my teeth, waiting for him to find a quiet place at his club to talk.
“Primo, it’s been months.” I nod at his words.
“I need a fight.” He chuckles and I can see in my mind the grin on his face.
“IS that so? Still haven’t tapped that sweet ass, have you?” I growl, and his laughter grows.
“Ok, ok, I’ll get you on the roster...” I cut him off.
“Tonight,” I hiss, and the line goes deadly quiet.
“You alright?” I shake my head.
“Nope. See you later.” I hang up and pick up the hospital phone.
“Robin, cancel my appointments for the day and call in the second team.” I hang up on her before she can respond and open my closet.
I grab my leather jacket.
I jog out to my car and speed home to switch it out for my bike. I wasn’t in her presence long enough and needed a fix before I do something I regret. I’ve been in my house long enough to change into jeans and a henley.
I snatch my helmet and start my Ducati.
It rumbles to life under me, and I check my tracking software to see where she’s at and smile. She’s back at the clubhouse. It’ll be tricky to watch her there, but at least she isn’t alone.
Ten minutes later, I’m sitting under a tree, watching the front of the MSMC Reno compound. This place is a fortress and is always full of bikers coming and going all hours of the day.
It seems like a party is fixing to happen today, though, with a banner across the front of the building that says, “Welcome home, Blaze.”
The sound of Harley’s fills the air and I look behind me to see dozens of bikes heading my way. I step back into the shadows as they close in.
The front door opens, and the President of MSMC stands with his arms crossed, watching his members get off their bikes. The one SUV in the caravan stops, and a man dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit hops out the back.
He accepts handshakes, hugs, and some pats on the back. Out of nowhere, Wolf punches the guy and starts yelling in his face.
“YOU FUCKED MY SISTER!”
CHAPTER SEVEN
SHOCK
