Combust: A Devil Chaser's MC Romance by L Wilder Read Free Book Online Page B

say, “Hello, asshole. Why do you keep wasting my time? Stop being a damn coward and say something!” Still no response. “I’m done with this! If you want me, come and get me!” I screech as I take my phone and throw it across the room. I watch with great satisfaction as it hits the wall and shatters.
    “What the hell was that?” Dillon shouts from across the room. Shit! I was totally caught up in the moment and forgot he was even there. My eyes shoot over to him, and I’m surprised by the look of anger on his face.
    “It’s nothing,” I say nonchalantly, hoping that he won’t make a big deal out of it.
    “ That ,” he says as he points to the scattered mess that used to be my phone, “isn’t nothing.”
    “It’s not a big deal. Just don’t worry about it,” I say as I turn back to the salad.
    “Ana,” he growls. I look over to him and he says, “Stop. I want to know what the hell is going on. It’s obvious that something is up with you. Now, I want to know what the hell it is.”
    His stare is intense, letting me know that he has no intention of letting this go. I want to tell him everything, but I just don’t see the point. There is nothing that he can do. “Really, Dillon. It’s okay. You don’t….” I start.
    “Now, Ana.”
    I stare at him, trying to understand why he even cares. From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he wasn’t like any man I’d ever met. I felt so drawn to him on the one hand, but I didn’t even know how to act around him on the other. Hell, most of the time I want to clock him in the head, but then there are times that I have to fight the urge to kiss him. My feelings for him are so strong and overwhelming; it is beyond frustrating. I consider telling him to go to hell, but there is a nagging part of me that wants him to know what’s going on. I need him to know.
    “It’s a long story,” I try to explain.
    “I’m not going anywhere. Come over here and tell me what’s going on.”
    I turn the oven off, walk into the living room, and sit in the recliner next to him. I slowly drag my fingers across my eyes and temples as I try to decide where to start.
    “Ana,” he demands.
    “Okay,” I say sarcastically. “I’ll tell you everything, even though you won’t tell me anything …. But it isn’t going to help.”
    He sits patiently and listens as I tell him everything that happened with my suspension, and everything that has been happening since. There were several times that he looked confused, like he was trying to piece it all together. It was a lot to take in.
    He waits until I’ve told him everything before he asks, “Tell me more about Jason. What do you know about him?”
    “He’s one of those rich kid brats that doesn’t like it when things don’t go his way. I didn’t realize how bad things really were until I found out his father actually owns the hospital. There’s no way I’m ever going to get out of this mess,” I explain.
    “What about those patients you questioned him about? What was the deal with them?” he asks.
    “There were some discrepancies in their charts… wrong medications, and they were running unnecessary tests on some of the patients.”
    “What happened to them?”
    “I don’t know. I was suspended later that afternoon, so I wasn’t able to find out.”
    “Do you remember their names?”
    “Yeah, I wrote them down when I noticed the problems,” I tell him. It’s strange how just talking about this with him is giving me some sense of hope, like maybe there is something he can do to help me. I know it’s stupid of me to think that he would even want to help, but I actually feel like there’s a chance for the first time in months.
    “Good. I want to know everything that you have on Jason and his family and those patients at the hospital. If there is anything else you can think of, I want to know that, too.”
    “Why?” I ask.
    “Just get it for me, okay?”
    “Okay,” I reply. We sit there quietly