Repo (The Henchmen MC Book 4) by Jessica Gadziala Read Free Book Online Page B

was pretty sure I made it to the back door to the compound.
    I say 'pretty sure' because I remember seeing the back door. And then all I saw was the back of my eyelids.
    The next time I woke up, I was in a bed.
    There wasn't much I noticed aside from the fact that my ears were so clogged that I could barely hear anything, my sinuses were painful they were so full, my throat felt like I swallowed acid, everything hurt from the neck down, and I was both a ball of sweat and so cold that my teeth were chattering.
    But I did notice this one other thing. The bed I was in, it wasn't my own.
    The room itself was not mine.
    I knew this because my room was a cold, damp, dark basement that always smelled like laundry detergent and men's feet. This room, while windowless like the rest of the compound, wasn't cold, damp, or dark. The walls had black and white wallpaper of a foggy forest, making it seem cozy and relaxing. There was a white dresser with a giant television across from the bed I was in and a door to the side where I could make out a shower stall. The bed itself was huge and covered in white sheets and a fluffy white comforter which I was tucked tightly into... and had dampened with my sweat.
    As I was looking around with curious eyes, the door to the hall opened and in walked Repo with a tray in his hands. His eyes landed on me and he gave me a tight smile as he skirted around the bed and put the tray down near my shoulders as he sat down by my hip. His hand moved out, pressing into my sweaty forehead and I wanted to swat him away, but my arms were trapped under the blankets and it was too cold to pull them out. "Heya honey," he said, shaking his head slightly. "Still burning up. Open," he said, reaching for two pills off the tray along with the glass of orange juice and bringing them to my lips. "Come on, Maze," he begged quietly, tiredly, as if maybe not-so-conscious me had been giving him trouble. I opened my mouth and the pills slipped inside as his hand went behind my neck to angle my head up so he could bring the juice to my lips. Swallowing felt awful, but I knew better than to try to refuse medicine that might help. "How ya feeling?"
    I made a whimpering sound as he placed the glass back on the tray and pulled out a thermometer. "Open up," he demanded, slipping it beneath my tongue and I closed my mouth around it. "You've been sleeping for almost sixteen hours," he told me as we listened to the thermometer bleep out the passing seconds. I felt my eyes bug and he shook his head. "Relax. Reign was in here. He's not mad you're out of commission for a while," he said, pulling out the thermometer and cursing. "Fuck," he growled, tossing it on the tray and suddenly reaching for the comforter and ripping it off me.
    "Cold," I cried out, trying to grab it and cover myself up again with achy arms.
    "I know honey," he said, reaching for me and hauling me off the bed against his chest. He stood, taking me with him, as he went into the bathroom. He turned on the light with his shoulder, revealing an average-sized bathroom that boasted a simple vanity, the shower stall I had mentioned earlier, the pre-requisite toilet, and a soaking tub. Before I could even ask what he was doing, he sat down on the bath platform, reached out to turn on the water, then sat me beside him. His hands went to the hem of my tee and before I could register his intention, he pulled it up and off me. My mind may have been a little sluggish, but I was present enough to squeal and reach up to cover my bra. "Sorry, Maze. No room for modesty. We need to get this fever down," he said, his hands going to my button and zip and making short work of them.
    "Repo..." I said, my head shaking at him as I felt a mortified blush creep up on my cheeks. Not only was it bad enough that I was being stripped by my boss, but I had on a hideous cream-colored bra and my panties totally had little red and pink hearts all over them.
    Seeing the blush, his face softened as he