Chapter 11

Doc – One Week Later

I scrub my hair,the spray of the shower feeling fucking great as it washes the stressful day away. Becky fucked up again today. She was too fucking busy flirting with a deputy instead of doing her fucking job. The guy who was handcuffed to the bed was drugged up as shit but still managed to grab a needle and jab it into another nurse's neck. The needle was full of a sedative Becky put down on the tray, within reach—then got distracted.

No one even ordered the sedative to begin with!

Did she lose her job? No. If this shit carries on, though, someone is going to throw hands, and that someone is going to be me; I'm hanging on by a thread, and that bitch is a liability.

Sighing, I place both hands on the shower wall, and Kennedy comes to mind. I haven't had a call in a week.

A whole fucking week.

I know she's trying not to call me; I can fucking read her like a book, and every time I've tried to call her, it goes unanswered.

I squeeze my eyes shut, an image of her dark green eyes coming to me. I miss her, and it's becoming harder to breathe. I don't know how much more I can take without her.

I need to hear her voice, fuck, I need to see her, hold her, and never let her go.

My cock goes hard as I picture her gorgeous smile and the way she looked at me as I kissed down her body that night.

I slowly move my tongue around her peaked nipple, gently biting it, making her gasp before I move my tongue slowly across her chest toward her other nipple, gently teasing her as I run the tips of my fingers along the inside of her legs, making her squirm.

She bites her lip, and I grin. "You okay there, baby?"

She narrows her eyes. "You're playing with me…."

I chuckle, sucking her nipple hard, making her moan as my cock weeps precum. Slowly, I move my tongue down her body, circling her belly button, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, andthen move my tongue further down.

I keep one hand on the shower wall while using the other to grip my hard cock, stroking it from base to tip, twisting as I go. The image of her lying naked on our bed slams into me hard as I remember how I played with her body that night.

"Lucas, please…." She gasps as I start to kiss her lower belly, promising to put my baby in there if I haven't already.

"What do you need, baby?" I whisper, trailing my fingers over her hardened nipples, her breathing getting heavier.

"I-I…" she stutters as I poke my tongue out and slowly lick over her enlarged clit.

"I need words, baby. What do you need?" I rasp, my tongue still gently licking her clit, before moving down to her entrance.

I groan, tasting my cum mixed with hers from earlier, and gently poke my tongue inside, loving how tight she feels, that I'm the only one to have her.

"I-I need to come please, please…" she begs, and I grin before going back to her clit, sucking it hard in pulses, and making her fly.

I groan as I squeeze my cock hard, my hand moving faster and faster, the memory pulling my orgasm from me, cum painting the shower wall.

I slow my hand then press my forehead against the wall, rasping, "I miss you, my Pixie."

Fuck, I wish I had opened my eyes before that day. I wished I had claimed her when she was sixteen. The club would have been on board; all I had to do was ensure nothing happened until her eighteenth birthday, but instead, I stayed away, thinking she only saw me as her best friend's big brother.

And now I've fucking lost her…until we get the footage from the bitch.

Shaking my head, I climb out of the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, and lean my hands on the counter, dropping my head.

I feel like I can't breathe. I wish I had knocked her up that night. I didn't use a condom on purpose, and knowing I was her first, the chances she was on any birth control were low, but I didn't hear anything about a baby. I know my girl, she would have contacted me.

Fuck, why didn't she get pregnant?

Anger takes hold again, just like the last time I climbed out of the shower and smashed the mirror.

Taking deep breaths, having promised Shelly I wouldn't hurt myself, I go to my room and grab the pen and paper I have on Kennedy's dressing table—and yes, it's hers. I drove past her momma's place not long after she left and saw Ken's belongings thrown near the trash can. I called Phil, our prospect, Smokey's woman'sex-partner,and father of her child, to collect it and bring it here.

All of her clothes and trinkets, which she left behind, are in this table and walk-in closet, ready for when she moves in.

I did knock on the door to ask what the fuck, but there was no answer, andI'mbeginning to think something wasn't right at home for my girl, Nick and his near rape of Ken coming to mind.

Did her parents have something to do with him?

Sighing, I take a seat and put pen to paper like I always do when I feel like this.

My Dearest Pixie,

Seven months, baby, fucking seven months, and you're still gone.

My anger is getting worse. Every time I think of you, and I remember the shit that got us to this place, I flip.

For years you were all I wanted, and for years, I kept back thinking you didn't want me, and now…now that I know you feel the same and yet I can't fucking have you…it hurts, baby.

I sit up and take a deep breath. In every letter I've written, I haven't explained the Prue situation, but I think this time, I need to—if only to get it out on paper and release the pain.

Prue and I, we were never a couple, Pixie. We went on four dates, that's it, and yes, I did fuck her once, which I regretted instantly. We were never boyfriend and girlfriend. Every time you saw her at the hospital, she wasn't there with me.She was usually there to fuck some idiot in the on-call room.

You were all I could and still can see, Kennedy. You own my heart, body, and soul, and not having you here with me…. I'm drowning, baby.

I love you, my Pixie. Please, come back to me soon.

Love always,

Your Lucas x

The next day I'm fucking tired as I watch my brother, Smokey, fawn over a little girl who calls him daddy. His woman, Olivia, had rushed April, who is four, in this afternoon with appendicitis. They arrived and I immediately took over, not trusting another doctor with that beautiful little girl who calls me Uncle Doc.

Smokey met Liv two years ago when April grabbed hold of his cut, taking a shine to him, and she fell hard. They both did. But then his ex-wife, whom he only married because she claimed to be pregnant when she wasn't, got in his ear, saying Liv was cheating on him with her ex, Phil, April's biological father, who is actually gay and a good guy.

She took a photo of them hugging, and Smokey took it the wrong way. He flew off the handle before realizing exactly what she meant to him.

Our recently patched-in brother Cannon claimed Phil when he came to defend his ex, and not long-ago, Smokey voted Phil in as a prospect while he tried to win Liv back round after embarrassing her in front of everyone, and making little April cry. Liv refused to give him another chance and has been playing hard to get ever since. And last night, Smokey crumbled, allowing a clubwhore to suck him off.

The fucker looks guilty, even though he didn't cheat. They haven't been together for two years, and last I checked, she's seeing a fucking loser, but my brother is ready to fall apart.

I give April a grin as she asks if Smokey is going to marry her momma. He says yes, making April grin. My phone vibrates, so I quickly take it out and take a look.

Snake: Outhouse now.

Fuck. I look at Smokey and see he's looking at his phone, confirming he's been summoned, too. I quickly dismiss the message and call my supervisor, knowing this is important. At the same time, Smokey explains to Liv what's going on, not hearing their words as I pass my patients to another attending physician.

"Is everything okay?" Liv asks.

Smokey replies, "I"m not sure. It"s Snake, so we"ve got to go."

I put my phone away then walk to the gorgeous little girl. She grins at me as I lean down and kiss her head, saying, "I"ll come to check on you in a few hours, princess." I give Liv a kiss on her head, and then head out of the room to wait for Smokey.

I watch as they interact with each other, and Kennedy comes to mind again. She'd love April and cherish her like she does Noah. Smokey apologizes for his deeds before he heads my way, and we leave. I grip his shoulder as we walk past the nurse"s desk, rasping, "You didn"t cheat, brother."

He nods and replies, "Doesn"t stop me from feeling like I did, brother." I squeeze his shoulder in support, knowing exactly what he means. Every girl I fucked before I finally had Kennedy, I felt like I was cheating, and she didn't even know how I felt about her. Since we had our night together, I haven't so much as looked at another girl, let alone touched one.

Twenty minutes later, we"re walking into the outhouse; a metal, soundproofed building with an in-house burner for our "guests". It's about a mile from the clubhouse but still on club land. Snake looks up as we walk in, and I raise my brow.

Isn't that Harold, the old history teacher?

"Now, why would my old history teacher be chained and gagged in our outhouse?" Smokey asks, and I nod. Thought so. Doesn't explain why I'm here, though, unless I need to keep him alive while they torture him.

Snake smirks and answers him, angering me with his words, "Your old history teacher decided he liked Lola."

Enraged, I step forward and snap, "Explain, Prez."

My sister hasn't said one word to me in seven months, since the shit went down, and I find out something happened like this?

Snake smashes a hammer into Harold"s knee, making him muffle a cry of pain behind his gag, before pointing it at us. "Lola went into work for her first day as the guidance counselor, and who goes into her new office, shuts the door and leans against it, trying to intimidate her?" He smashes the hammer into his other knee before snarling, "This motherfucker!"

Anger like no other takes hold. My sister loves helping people. She's still technically in school, wanting to earn her doctorate, but this is a job she didn't want to turn down, a job that goes perfectly with the work we do with the underprivileged children.

She aims to help people, and this fucker decided to take advantage of her?

I hear a metal lighter flicking, and I know Smokey has lit a cigarette. He asks, "What did he do, Prez?"

Snake sneers at the man. "He told our club princess that if she didn"t get on her knees, he"d ensure she"d lose her fucking job, and when our girl mouthed back, the fucker hit her before trying to rape her on her brand-new desk. Kennedy is the one that called; Lola didn"t want to involve the club."

Motherfucker….

The need for blood fills me, and I grab the axe leaning against the metal table to my right. This motherfucker tried to hurt my sister, and my prez, my best fucking friend, heard my girl"s voice when I haven't.

I can't control my growl, even if I want to, as I snap, "Which hand grabbed my sister?"

Harold"s eyes widen before he shakes his head, trying to talk around his gag, but Snake ignores him, pointing to his right hand, and then his left.

My mind goes blank, my Hippocratic Oath disappearing, and I run over to the fucker and lift the axe up, then bring it down on his right hand, hitting the fingers that are taped to the chair. All four fall to the floor, blood squirting out of the wounds. Harold cries behind the gag as his thumb moves. I drop the axe, then quickly pack the wound, ensuring he doesn't bleed out. I grab the axe again, lift it, and cut through the fingers on his other hand, and I grin.

Do no harm? Fuck that! Nobody touches my sister.

I breathe heavily, trying to control myself, ready to swing the axe into the guy's neck, when Smokey comes to stand next to me. He takes a puff of his cigarette before blowing it in the fucker"s face. Harold's eyes flood with tears as Smokey rasps, "Looks like you"ve gone and fucked up, sir!"

Harold lets out a sob while I sneer at him, gripping the axe tighter in my hand before Smokey puts his cig out on the fucker's forehead, digging it in deep. He announces, "Time for some fun, boys."

I don't even grin. Instead, I pick the axe up, and then swing it down on the fuckers kneecap, making him scream behind his gag.

Smokey, Snake, and I spend the next hour torturing the guy, before I leave them in the outhouse to clear up the mess. I go to the tree out back behind the club house, still covered in blood, where my sister is currently sitting, crying.

When our gazes connect, she gasps in shock at the state of me, and I rasp, "The fucker won't be a problem again," before turning around and heading to the clubhouse.

I need to call Kennedy, and if she doesn't answer, then I need to write to her.

Fuck, I just need her. I don't know how much more I can take without her. The selfish part of me is ready to kill Prue so I can go after my girl, while the other part knows I can't.

Fuck….