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The woman growls, "It’s Belinda, and we just fucked!"
Ah, Belinda, that's her name.
I give her a brow raise and state, "Funny, I normally know the names of the girls I fuck, just ask Addy here." Addy's face goes bright pink, and I grab my things to hide my smirk. As I walk past the girls, I state, "I'll see you tomorrow in class, ladies," and head to my truck, already regretting fucking the bitch. I'm already into my first year of medical school, and I love it, I do, but I hate the attention. Though, when girls throw themselves at me, that can be fun, until shit like this happens, anyway. She could have gotten us kicked out!
My patch has no pull here.
Ever since I was made the club treasurer, a council brother, last year, I've had more women approach me at school, all wanting my patch, an old lady cut—a cut that basically means that, in the eyes of the club, you’re married and you get treated like a princess. They all want the lavish lifestyle, but there's only one girl I want to give that cut to. However, I know I can't; she doesn't feel the same about me as I do her. I thought she did last year, but I think my mind was playing games with me, and it hurts.
I gave her my heart and she doesn't even know it.
I sigh as I walk out of the large building and curse when I see it’s pouring. I zip my hoodie up, and am about to go to my Chevy, when a voice to my right rasps loudly, "Hey Doc…." I turn to see Prue and silently groan.
The woman will not leave me the fuck alone. She's a patch chaser and doesn't give a shit who knows.
I shake my head at her and ask, "What are you doing here, Starlight."
She smirks at my use of her stripper name. She's been working at Devil's Temptation, which the club owns, since she was twenty-one, so why she's here could mean only one fucking thing.
"I came to see if you'd give me a ride to work," she rasps, trying to sound sexy as she twirls her brown hair in her finger. Don't get me wrong, she is hot as fuck, especially with her tight dress clinging to her wet form, but she has crazy written all over her, and she's no Kennedy.
I give her a sorrowful look as I move down the concrete steps away from the awning, the rain instantly soaking through my clothes. I say, "Sorry, no can do. I have somewhere I need to be."
She gasps in shock that I'm leaving her in the rain, but I ignore it, run to my truck, and climb in. The bitch lives two minutes from the fucking club, yet she came half an hour out of her way to try and fuck me, and I'm not stupid. I saw her Mini near the fucking gate.
Shaking my head, I drive out of the parking lot, ready for a fucking drink with the brothers.
I'm halfway to the club, bobbing my head to the metal music blaring, when I squint through the darkness and the rain, my headlights lighting up a figure without a jacket walking quickly and getting soaked. I shake my head and mumble, "What is it with people not wearing a fucking jacket tonight?"
I plan to ignore the figure, a cold bud with my name on it is calling for me, but something in my gut pulls me, and I don't know why.
Fuck, I feel like my chest is burning….
As I get closer, I look toward the figure again, my gut pulling me harder, and I curse. My dad always told me to follow my gut.
Dammit….
Shaking my head, I drive the truck toward the figure, pull over next to them, and climb out. I round my truck and shout over the rain,"Hey, are you alright?"
The figure, a woman, flinches as she turns her head my way, and anger instantly runs through me as she holds up the strap to her top.
Kennedy. My Kennedy. What the fuck happened?
She presses a hand to her mouth. She lets out a relieved sob as the rain drenches her black hair.
I rush over to her and try to ignore the fucking bruises marring her perfect skin, and gently cup her cheeks. She lifts her hand to my cut, gripping it tightly as the rain pours over us.
I gently wipe her cheeks and rasp, "Who the fuck do I need to kill, Pixie?"
Kennedy, my fucking Kennedy, who I'm in love with, shakes her head, then lets go of my cut, and wraps her arm around my waist. I let go of her cheek to hold her close to me, my body humming with contentment with her this close even as my anger rises.
I grip the back of her head, not wanting to remove her from my hold but knowing she's going to catch a cold, I declare, "Let's get you in the truck, Pixie."
She nods, and I gently guide us to my truck with her still in my arms. I help her inside, before reaching into the back, and placing my black Devil's hoodie over her head, gently helping her thread her arms in, then I shut the door.
I grind my back teeth and round the truck, quickly climbing in. I don't say anything for a few minutes, trying to get my anger under control, not wanting to scare her. Eventually, the rain slows, the storm passing over us.
She was attacked; my girl, the girl who owns me, the girl I can't fucking have, was attacked.
