Vicious (MC Club Biker Urban Alpha Male Erotic Romance) by Billie Kasper Read Free Book Online Page B

shapes. There was a nurse. She bent over me, her motherly face, wrinkled with concern for me, coming into the field of my vision. She smelled vaguely of flowers—normally, I would have thought the scent too sweet but now, under the circumstances, it seemed comforting.
     
    “Where am I?”
     
    The nurse’s face broke into a smile. “You’re in a hospital, Sarah. You’re fine. Don’t worry.”
     
    And then, in a rush, the events of the past day came flooding into my mind. I remember Blade. I remembered the Jokers. I remembered Mr. Wilson, his forehead bleeding with the words, an eternal condemnation, burnt into his flesh.
     
    “No… Where are they? Where’s Blade?”
     
    “Who? Who, sweetheart?”
     
    “Blade? The Jokers?”
     
    The nurse frowned.
     
    “I’ll take it from here, Ms. Garret,” said a voice from just outside my field of vision. I glanced around and then my eyes, still unfocused after the effects of whatever Blade had given me to knock me out, focused on the figure in the corner. It was a middle aged man, wearing a hideous sweater vest, with a huge bandage wrapped around his forehead.
     
    Mr. Wilson.
     
    “Would you give us a few moments to talk before Sarah’s parents arrive?” Mr. Wilson asked the nurse, smiling politely. “I’d like to explain to her what happened—after all, I have a degree in counseling and I know Sarah better than any of her teachers.”
     
    “Oh, of course. I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.”
     
    And before I could protest, before I could sound my disapproval or beg, beg against all hope, for the nurse not to leave me alone with that monster, she glided out of the room, as if nothing were wrong, as if nothing could ever be wrong here in this clean, white hospital room, filled with teddy bears, balloons, and smelling of sweet artificial flowers and perfume.
     
    “Do you like the gifts your classmates sent you?” Mr. Wilson asked casually, making his way to me from across the room. He walked slowly, with a limp—did I give him that or was that Blade’s work? I couldn’t remember. My memory was all a hazy mush.
     
    “What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded finally, finding my voice. I raised my hand to feel around, see what I was attached to—several machines, several series of tubes, all beeping and booping. “How the hell did I end up here?”
     
    “It seems your biker friends drugged you and raped you. They left you for dead on the side of the road. Not exactly what you expected, was it?”
     
    Tears came to my eyes.
     
    “No… That’s not how it happened…” I whimpered, trying to hold back the water works, though I doubted I would succeed for long, as long as that bastard was in the room.
     
    “Isn’t it? You can’t argue with the basic facts, Sarah,” Mr. Wilson said, as if bored, picking up a teddy bear whose sweater announced “Get Well Soon!”
     
    “But… But… Blade wouldn’t do that to me… He just wanted me to be safe.”
     
    “Oh, is that what he told you, Sarah?!” Mr. Wilson all but spat at me. “I gave you ever chance, every opportunity… I watched you ever day, growing up before me, waiting for my chance to show you how much you mean to me… And you spurn me, Sarah Grant. You spat on me and my feelings.”
     
    He tore the bandage from his forehead. The tattoo was obviously becoming infected: it had bloomed into a bloody, swollen mess.
     
    “And now, this is what I’m left with! Why shouldn’t I destroy you, Sarah? Why shouldn’t I tell your parents everything you did with those bastards? Why shouldn’t I kill your chances at a community college, let alone an Ivy League school? If you want to have a life now… You had better beg me. You had better beg me to have mercy on you.”
     
    I began to sob softly, shaking my head.
     
    “No, no, no… Go away… Fuck… Fuck you!”
     
    “Have it your way, Sarah.”
     
    Mr. Wilson began to undo his belt buckle. My eyes widened and I