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Page 2 of Falling for Her Protector

“Sure thing, Pres.,” Mikey offers a quick response and now I know that X. is the one in charge. He’s president and that means what he says goes. I stand, having heard their exchange and I follow Mikey down a darkened hallway. He stops at the end and opens a door, waving his arm for me to step inside.

“You can wait here. Just make yourself comfortable,” he says and I step up to take a peek inside. It’s a decent sized room with a full-sized bed, a small dresser and a large comfortable chair. I move forward and drop into the chair, letting the soft velvety fabric cushion my bruised body.

“You want some water or something?” he asks but I shake my head. “Okay...you sure are a quiet one. The doctor will be here soon to take a look at those scrapes and get you patched up as good as new.” He closes the door with a small smile and I’m alone. I push out a deep breath.

Am I actually, finally safe?

2

The Doc

Xavier

“Everything all set, Mikey?” I double check when he reappears. I don’t need any more interruptions. I’d like to get this fucking business handled before the doc gets here. I have no idea what the story is going to be with this girl, so we need to get this shit done quick.

“All good, Pres. She still hasn’t said a fucking word, but I think she’ll be fine until Brian gets here,” he answers.

“Okay...okay...everyone shut the fuck up. Let’s get the rest of this shit squared away, then you all can head back to the clubhouse if you want,” I announce. I know it’s Saturday night and they’re all chomping at the bit to party. Business is handled quickly and I direct my attention to my V.P. and enforcer.

“Mikey and Griz, I need both of you to hang around a little longer,” I instruct as I release the other guys. I’m sure they’re probably pissed that they have to stay, but hopefully this won’t take long and then I’ll let them head to the party too. Just as we finish up, there’s another knock on the door.

“That’ll be the doc,” Mikey announces moving quickly towards the door.

Brian’s a local doctor, who also happens to be a close friend of the club. And he’s nice enough to help us out upon occasion. I watch as most of the guys offer him a quick nod as he steps in and they start to funnel out.

“Brian,” I step forward reaching my hand out to shake his. “Sorry for calling you out on a Saturday. I hope we didn’t screw up your night,” I apologize.

“No problem. Where’s our patient?” he asks.

“Back bedroom, follow me,” I start to lead the way. “This girl showed up on the doorstep. She’s pretty scraped up. Looks like she ran here, barefoot...and she hasn’t spoken a word,” I give him the details. After tapping lightly on the door, I open it and step inside followed closely by Brian.

“Doctor’s here to take a look at those cuts,” I say finding her wide brown eyes staring up at me.

I lean back against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest, as Brian steps past me and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, opposite the girl. I let my eyes move over her, finally taking in her appearance. This kid can’t be more than nineteen or twenty, if that. She’s definitely been banged up and it doesn’t look like she’s showered for a while. She’s covered in a worn-out oversized t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants, both full of holes and looking like they’re well past their prime.Where the fuck did she come from?

“Okay, let’s take a little look,” Brian approaches softly, like he would a child. “Most of the scrapes look superficial. Did you get these running through the woods?” he questions. Her eyes move from me to the doc and she offers a nod.

“Xavier, could I get a couple washcloths and some warm water? We should probably get these cleaned up and bandage the deeper ones,” he says.

“No problem, Doc.,” I reply before sticking my head out the door. “Hey, Mikey, bring us a couple washcloths and a tub of hot water,” I holler down the hallway.

“Can I help you clean these up?” Brian directs his question back to the girl and she offers another small nod. Mikey delivers the supplies and I watch the doc go to work. She flinches at the first contact, but quickly relaxes as he takes his time, slowing cleaning and bandaging her arms and feet.

“Are you ready to tell us your name or maybe what happened to you tonight?” Brian tries, but she shakes her head. “Okay...uh...just give me a minute,” he stands and moves towards me.

“Xavier, I’m really not sure what to make of this. She was definitely scraped up from running through the woods, but she has some older bruising on her arms too. Looks like this girl has been put through the ringer, and if she’s not going to speak, she might need to be admitted for a psychiatric evaluation,” he lowers his voice to offer his official opinion.

“No,” her small voice finally cracks as she releases the single word and both our heads snap up in response. “No. Please, I don’t want to go to the hospital,” she whispers.

“If you don’t want to go to the hospital, then you’ve gotta give us something here,” I tell her. She takes a deep breath and her eyes lift to meet mine.

“My name...my name is Vanessa. I ran here from the Red Vipers den,” she breathes out the words and I take a step back.

Fuck. This girl might need a psych eval. if she ran away from the Vipers. I’ve seen what they’re capable of. Fucking meth pushers disguised as an MC, it’s fucking disgusting. Brian looks at me with a slight edge of fear in his eyes before turning back towards the girl.

“It’s nice to meet you, Vanessa. I’m Brian, or Doctor Meyers, and this is Xavier. This is his cabin that you ran to,” he offers. “Do you want to tell us what happened with the Vipers?” he asks but she shakes her head.

“I can’t...” she sinks back in the chair, her body shaking lightly.


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