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She didn't have to go in this morning, but she did. She misses the rush of the ER. She loves working with the babies, especially after losing our daughter, but she needs a bit of ER life, too. I have mentioned to Paul splitting her shifts, so she has both of the best worlds,andthen all the attendings won't bitch and moan, while keeping her skills up to date.
She's a well-liked nurse.
Sighing, I grab my keys and head out, leaving my cut hanging on my door. I then head down to my bike, hoping my girl won't notice it in the hospital parking lot. I’m not supposed to be riding yet, but like fuck am I riding in a cage.
Locking up, I turn, ready to get to work so I can see my girl, but freeze when I see a figure sneaking out of Tech's house across the way. All of us council brothers have a property on club land except for Tats. The fucker owns a massive fucking house with land near the edge of town.
Walking over to my bike, I place my bag in my side saddle. Then, I lean against my bike and cross my arms over my chest, ignoring the pull in my stomach. I raise a brow at Brook, the woman Tech is madly in love with, as she tries to sneak to her car, wearing her jeans and Tech's black T-shirt. Her brown hair is piled on top of her head, a few pink strands framing her face.
I chuckle as she drops her keys, cursing, causing her to look my way.
"Ah crap…" she whispers, and I grin wide.
"Well, well, look who's doing the walk of shame," I state, and she groans, dropping her head back. I laugh, push off my bike, and walk over to her. I slowly bend down and grab her keys before placing them in her hands.
She glares at me. "You are not supposed to be doing stuff like that!"
I hum and say, "I'm also not supposed to be riding my bike, but…." I shrug.
Her light brown eyes blaze angrily, and she snaps, "That's it, I'm telling Kennedy."
I grin and shrug, "Go ahead. Maybe while you're at it, let her know how you became aware of my riding."
She groans again, and I grin wide before I become serious and ask, "Why are you sneaking out, Brook?"
She looks at me with vulnerability and sadness, admitting, "Because this way, my heart doesn't break."
I soften my eyes. "Just because you sneak out while he's still asleep doesn't mean your heart won't break, darling. I'm guessing this isn't the first time since he snuck out on you a few months ago."
She sniffles, a few tears falling as she admits, "I love him, Doc. I love him so much, but I think this is all we can have?—"
I cut in, "It's not. He loves you too, Brook."
She nods and asks, "Loves me enough to screw a clubwhore the night I was attacked?" I wince because fuck I didn't know she knew that. She continues, "Loves me enough that he allowed Faith, his old fuck buddy who stuck up for traitors in this club, to suck him off two nights later…."
Fuck, I didn't know about that one. Why in the hell would he go back to Faith, our old V.P.'s cousin. Hairy decided to start a fucking coup after believing some bullshit his mom said about Snake’s dad, the then prez.
Faith hangs around like a bad smell, just like Nina, Tech's ex.
Brook continues shocking me with her words, "And do you know how I know all that? His momma."
Ah fuck.
I drop my head with a sigh and state, "His momma's being a bitch."
She chuckles darkly and rasps, "So much so she offered me $50,000 to leave her son and the county." I look at her, my eyes wide, and she shrugs, admitting, "I took the money and then showed up here yesterday to see Sarah and Quinn as a screw you to her. When she confronted me, I told her to tell her old man and her son, but obviously, she won't. She informed me that he and Nina have been getting closer, so I guess that was her screw-you back to me."
I growl and shake my head. "The woman is fucking deranged; he doesn't want Nina, Brook, he wants you, only you, and surely you can see that if you're in his bed nearly every night." I look at her, really fucking look at her. She has bags underneath her eyes, her cheeks hollow…she looks fucking ill.
I furrow my brows and ask, "What's going on, Brook?"
She smiles sadly at me, clearly hating that I've noticed the difference in herbeforewhispering, "I haven't been feeling well lately." She swallows hard. "I went to the doctor yesterday, and they've taken some blood to run some tests…. I'm waiting to hear back."
Fuck….
I swallow hard and ask, "What are your symptoms?"
Her eyes tear up as she whispers, "Abdominal pain with bloating, dizziness, headaches, and I, I had a seizure at work the other day."
