Chapter 28

Doc – A Few Days Later

I look at the time,and curse. I should have left for the hospital twenty minutes ago, but my girl decided I needed a little more time in bed, and getting up at four in the morning was not okay with her.

I shake my head as I button my white shirt.

She set my alarm for five thirty, and it"s now six ten. She left for work at five this morning, leaving me a note that she got called in with an emergency in the ER. Paul refused to let her skills slip while working in the NICU, and demanded I take it easy.

I smirk, my eyes going to the picture of us on the nightstand from a few weeks ago. She"s lying sideways on my lap in the common room, her face in my neck, my nose on the top of her head…. Fuck, I love that girl.

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."

I squeeze my eyes shut. "What have they said? What do they think it could be?"

I try to get my doctor"s brain on. Abdominal pain with bloating, dizziness, seizures. It could be anything….

Cysts, pregnancy, irritable bowel syndrome, hormones….

She sniffles, wipes away her tears, and whispers, "They said it could be cancer."

Fuck no….

I step forward and take her in my arms. She hugs me tighter and asks, "Please, don"t tell him—not yet, not until I know more."

Holding her tighter, I whisper, "I don"t think I can promise that, darling…."

She squeezes me in understanding. I"ve been in Tech's place, where a brother who wasn"t just a brother, but my own stepbrother knew something so painful and kept quiet….

I can"t keep this from him.

She steps back out of my hold, kissing my cheek, her eyes wet with unshed tears.

She whispers, "You do what you"ve got to do. I"m just sorry I told you."

I smile and say, "I"m a doctor, Brook. I"m not blind; I could see something wasn"t right." I shake my head. "When you get your results, I want to see them. Do you understand?"

She smiles but nods before going to her car, and I ask, "Is this the reason why you won"t let him back in? You"re sleeping with him,soclearly you"ve forgiven him for sleeping with the clubwhore. and what he did with Faith…."

She looks over at me and admits, "I never forgave him. I actually ran over his laptop when I learned about it, then carved dickhead into the tank of his bike." My eyes widen, my mouth dropping open, and she smirks. "To top it off, I put a lock on all his computer systems, locking him out for nearly twenty-eight hours. But to answer your question…it is."

I give her a nod as she opens her door.

I rasp, "Remind me never to piss you off," making her giggle as she climbs into her Ford, and then reverses out of Tech's drive before leaving.

My feet move before my mind can catch up.

I don"t knock. I slam through his light gray front door, and run up his stairs, heading to the door at the end of the corridor. I slam into his room, the door banging on the wall.

Tech jumps up in bed, his hand going to his piece, but he freezes when I say, "Brother, we need to talk."

His sleepy eyes come my way before going to the empty side of his bed, and he sighs but nods. Swallowing hard, I turn and head back downstairs to his living area. The back wall with the fireplace is midnight blue, and the rest are grayish-white. I stand beside his dark gray corner couch and start to space, my leg skimming his glass coffee table.

Along the walls are neatly place photos of our MC family, including a large one of him and Brook, both smiling at the camera, his arm around her.

Fuck, they look so happy….

Tech emerges from the stairs wearing just a pair of jeans. He places his hands on his hips, raises a brow at me, and states, "Brother, it"s nearly seven in the morning. Shouldn"t you be at work by now?"

Yep, I"m late, but honestly, right now, I don"t care.

Biting my bottom lip, I rasp, "I bumped into Brook…."

He sighs, shaking his head, running his hand through his scruffy blonde hair, Brook"s name in bold on his wrist. "I love the woman, but, fuck, am I getting annoyed at her sneaking out every fucking morning."

Every morning? Damn, I guessed she was here most nights but every night?

I shake my head and ask, "Brother, have you noticed how different she looks?" He furrows his brows, and I say, "Her cheeks are hallowed, bags underneath her eyes, she lost a lot of weight…."

He takes a step forward, worrying etching his features, seeing I"m in doctor mode about his girl, and demands, "Just tell me why you"re here, Doc. Rip the band-aid off."

I flinch and whisper, "She"s not making things official with you again because not only is Nina still around and you decided to fuck a clubwhore then let that crazy bitch Faith suck you, but also because she"s sick." He freezes, his eyes widening. I swallow hard. "She"s had tests done and is waiting for the results, but the, uh, fuck brother, the consultant she saw believes it could be cancer."

He stumbles back as his eyes tear up, and I rush toward him, gripping his shoulders tightly before he collapses against my body. He shouts in terror.

I sigh as I look at the time and see it is past five. I crack my neck, my stomach pulling as I stretch my arms over my head. After Tech collapsed against me, he then went on a rampage and tried to destroy his house. Still, I stopped him until I remembered I hadn"t told him everything, and had to let him know about his momma.

The rampage started again. He broke his T.V. before I managed to tackle him, causing my wound to bleed before he could destroy his coffee.

I sat with him for an hour before I called Smokey to spar with him, and then I came to work.

I"m worried for my brother. I could have kept it to myself, but I wouldn"t have been able to live with myself if I had.

I"m no fucking hypocrite.

I run a hand over my face, angry that I haven"t seen my girl all day after the shit show this morning, when my office door opens and said girl walks in, making everything right in my world.

My day slips away from me, my eyes taking her in. Her scrubs hug her curves nicely, her black hair up in a messy bun on the top of her head. I smile.

She"s a fucking vision.

She gives me a smile as she closes and locks the door, making me raise a brow at her, but she just grins before hooking her scrub pants and panties, and pulling them down her delicious legs, making me bite my lip.

Fuck yes!

She walks over to me, and I push the chair back from my desk, unbuckling my belt.

I fucking need her, and if the wetness between her thighs indicates anything, she needs me, too.

I pull the button on my jeans, unzipping them, then pull my hard cock out, the tip already weeping. She climbs on me, my hands going to her hips.

She gives me a flirty smile, and she positions her pussy over my cock. Without any foreplay, she lowers herself onto my cock, swallowing me whole. I groan, dropping my head back on the chair, her lips touching my neck.

"Fuck Pixie, I love this side of you, my dirty girl, wanting a fuck while at work," I rasp, and I help guide her hips up and down as she swivels them, grinding her clit on my pelvis.

She leans up, her eyes sparking as she admits, "I"ve missed you," and I smile, leaning forward, taking her lips with mine, making her moan.

I bite her bottom lip, sucking it in my mouth, and start to thrust harder. She gasps against my mouth, allowing me to shove my tongue inside, tangling it with hers, before I suck her tongue into my mouth, groaning at her taste.

She slams her hips down, rubbing back and forth, then lifting up as her cunt squeezes my cock, my spine tingling, my balls feeling heavy.

I grip the back of her neck, breaking the kiss, and place my forehead against hers, our eyes connecting.

"Who do you belong to, Pixie?" I ask, my hand going between us as I press my thumb on her clit, rubbing it hard in quick circles. "Tell me, baby…."

She gasps. "You…" and I grin.

"Yeah, baby, you do, I own you just like you own me. Come for me, Pixie, squeeze my cock."

I pinch her clit and send her flying, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and I watch in fascination as pure pleasure brightens her features, her breathing labored. I feel sweat on my back, and I thrust up harder, ignoring the pull on my stomach, before holding her down on me as my cum squirts from my tip, painting her walls.

I groan, placing my face into her neck as she sits up, wrapping her arms around my head.

I rasp, "Fuck, I"m going to be expecting this every day…" making her giggle. I look at her with nothing but love as she smiles at me, running her fingers in my hair. She leans down and takes my lips. I sigh in contentment, feeling at home, massaging my tongue with hers, my cock deep inside her.

So much hurt and pain, yet we"re pulling through, we"re getting stronger, and—come a few weeks—she will be wearing my ring.