Striker: No Prisoners MC Book 1 by Lilly Atlas Read Free Book Online

name?”
    “Rock.”
    “Thanks. Rock, you can move that towel now, but stay close, I may need you to wipe some blood away.”
    Striker observed Lila as she assessed the wound, not exactly sure what she was looking for, but she muttered to herself a few times, and smiled before addressing the group. “Looks like he was extremely lucky. The wound is more of a slash then a true stab. It’s deep enough to require a lot of stitching, but doesn’t appear to have pierced any organs or nicked any major blood vessels. I don’t believe there was a life-threatening amount of blood loss, either.
    “I’ll close him up, and this will be as clean as possible considering the circumstances, but in no way sterile. My kit has a few antibiotic pills, but not an adequate supply for the long haul. I can’t believe I’m about to suggest this, but I see no other way. Gumby, you come back to the ER on Tuesday when I’m working to have your hand assessed for possible infection. I’ll make sure I’m the only one to look at it, and I’ll write you a script for antibiotics and pain meds. You can give them to Kenny here and we won’t have to worry about his insides rotting from my warehouse surgery. Sound good?”
    Striker and the others stared at her. He couldn’t see the looks on their faces, but he imagined their expressions matched the admiration and pride on his. “Shit, Doc, looks like you just might be hiding some outlaw under that white coat.”
    Lila smirked at him before her face turned serious. “Let’s get this over with. You three.” She pointed at three men standing around the couch. “Help me hold him down. I don’t care how much alcohol he has in him, this is going to hurt like a son of a bitch.”
    The three did as she ordered, and Lila went to work. Striker watched a look of concentration come over her face as she morphed into doctor mode. Rock had been appointed her assistant, and every so often she asked him to hand her something from that insane box she called a first aid kit.
    Lila’s steady hands worked at a rapid pace, her experience evident in the even stitching and confident way she issued orders. Kenny howled, and struggled against the three men holding him down as she drove the needle through his raw skin over and over. Toward the end he passed out, most likely from the combination of the booze and the pain.
    Striker was impressed by Lila. He had no right to feel this way, but he felt extremely proud of her. From the way she calmly handled the situation, he would have thought this was an everyday occurrence for her. Part of it was—maintaining her cool in the face of a medical emergency—but illegal activities in the dead of night wasn’t. Or at least he didn’t think she was used to it; he really didn’t know her at all.
    Striker wondered if she would freak out on the way back home once the gravity of the situation kicked in. He’d straight up told her they didn’t want this on any police records, and she went to work as though it wasn’t a big deal.
    On a side note, Lila also looked like a walking wet dream, bent over Kenny with her ass-hugging jeans and form fitting sweater, which did nothing to disguise the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Fuck, had it only been a few days since he’d gotten laid? Felt like months, based on the way his dick reacted every time she was nearby.
    After a few more minutes, Lila pulled off her gloves, and glanced around. “What should I do with these? I’m guessing you don’t want his blood, and I sure don’t want my prints hanging around this place when we leave.”
    “Just leave them on the table. Two prospects are on clean up, and will wipe the place down. There won’t be a trace of you or any of this here.”
    “Any of what where?” She smirked at him.
    “Good girl. Okay, boys I’m going to take the doc home. Get Kenny back to the clubhouse so he can rest, and I’ll meet you there as soon as I’m done.”
    Striker walked Lila out of the warehouse and