Killer(35)

Some legit businessman wouldn’t be keeping so many bodyguards. Alex’s interest was piqued, and now he was determined to find out the truth about Michael.

Opening the latest woman’s magazine, Killer lost interest the moment it started talking about what men really wanted. Couldn’t women see each man was fucking different? There were men who loved thin, slender women while others liked a lot of curves, and others liked something in between.

He loved Kelsey’s curves, her full tits and generous legs. Most of his nights were spent imagining her legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed inside her over and over again.

“It’s a lovely day,” Sandy said, taking a seat beside him. She wore a stethoscope around her neck, looking every inch the part of a professional doctor.

“Yeah, it is. So what? Can you sneak me inside while he’s arguing on the phone?” Killer asked.

Sandy smiled. “I can do more than that, but I think you need to take a walk around the cafeteria garden. Have a coffee, relax and take in the sunshine.”

She linked their arms and tugged him to his feet. “I don’t want to leave. What if he tries to take her away?” He needed to be there to stop the bastard at every turn.

“Why don’t you follow me, and I’ll escort you where you have to be,” Sandy said. “Besides, he can’t move her. Kelsey’s injuries are not good.”

Killer followed her in the opposite direction of the room. He didn’t argue or put up a fight. Sandy was doing everything she could to keep Kelsey close by. Michael had already talked with the doctor about transporting her to a different hospital.

“It’s only a matter of time before he tries to move her,” Sandy said.

“I know. We’ve got to get her out of here.”

“I spoke with the doctor who runs the psych ward. She’s not a massive risk. He believes she made a mistake, but there is still the risk that she’s acting. His word is what is keeping her under our protection,” Sandy said, talking to him in a whisper.

“What is the doctor wanting in return for his help?”

“Some money and the agreement we’ll keep an eye on his son when he requests to join The Skulls. I took him to meet Tiny the night before last.”

“Shit, is this going to be too hard to deal with?” Killer asked.

“Nothing is too hard to deal with. Listen to me, Killer. Tiny will do anything for his club. You’re a Skull, and your woman is in danger. Trust us to work with you.”

“Okay. I’ll trust you.”

Sandy paid for two coffees, and then they headed out to the grounds. He went to sit at the nearest available bench.

“No, not there. Follow me.”

Killer didn’t argue. He noticed the attention he got for his leather cut. The women were pushing their chests out begging to be looked at.

Looking over Sandy’s shoulder he saw the object of his desire. Sandy moved out of the way for him to crouch down in front of her. Kelsey was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket over her legs. Her arms were bandaged up. Her hair was piled up on top of her head cascading around her face. Even in her hospital gown, she looked totally beautiful.

“Baby,” he said, catching her cheeks and slamming his lips down on hers.

“Killer.” She pressed her head against his. “Tate helped me escape. I’m not tied to my bed anymore.” She lifted her arms up for him to see. “See, I’m all free.”

“She’s not allowed out of the wheelchair,” Sandy said. “We’ll leave you for a few minutes. Take her for a spin around the garden. It’s a lovely place to sit around and enjoy.” Sandy took Tate’s arm leading her away.

Going behind her, Killer walked around the garden, staring down at his woman every now and again.

“How did this get worked out?” Killer asked. If Michael knew what was happening, he knew the other man would do everything in his power to stop what was happening.

“Michael left to deal with business. Something bad is happening, I don’t know what. He’s getting a lot of calls lately that make him look worried,” Kelsey said. “When he was out of the room, Tate got the wheelchair, and Sandy went to get you.” She looked behind her. “Are you happy to see me?”

Leaning down, he cupped her soft cheek, sliding his tongue into her mouth. “More than you can know.” Closing his eyes, he let out a groan. “I’m rock hard for you right now.”

She smiled. “I love you, too.”

“Love you always. My love has nothing to do with what I want to do to you.”

“I’m surprised you can think of that with these in the way.” She touched each of her wrists in turn. Her face took a somber look to it.