Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,18

says. He lurches forward and play bites the air, scaring the doctor.

“I got him.” Badge grips Tongue’s arm as he madly cackles through the waiting room. Slingshot and Braveheart shake their heads and follow the sound of what reminds me of an insane asylum. They sit in the chairs furthest away from the front desk.

“Sorry about him,” Reaper says. “Please, we would like to see her now.”

“He’s a danger to society,” the doctor grumbles. His white coat swishes as he turns around and heads through the double doors.

Reaper pulls up his pants by the Ruthless King skull belt buckle and mutters, “That’s kind of the point.” A subtle laugh leaves Reaper, and I try to calm my annoyance, but it’s too damn difficult. I’m the only person who seems to be in a rush.

I follow the man in charge of Joanna’s care, my heart beating faster than how quick my legs are moving to get to her room.

“Here you are,” the doctor informs. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’ll give you guys some privacy.” He loosens the tie around his neck, and his collar is soaked with sweat. Wow, he really must have been scared.

We aren’t that bad.

Opening the door, I step inside the poorly lit room and see Joanna laying in the middle of her bed, her brown hair cascading down her shoulders, and her chest rising and falling.

She’s alive.

I’m so relieved to see her breathing. I stroll around to the side of the bed and pull a chair close. I slide my hand into hers and stare at the wrappings on her forearms. A familiar heat takes over my face when I realize I’ve been caught caring about Joanna a little more than I should.

I don’t know much about her, but I know there’s something between us. It’s evident every time we are around each other. It’s an odd energy that I’ve never felt with anyone before. I don’t know how to explain it. I barely understand it myself, but all I know is that I feel lighter, and it feels good to have a bit of weight lifted off my soul.

“Something you want to tell me?” Reaper asks, turning a chair backward and straddling the seat.

“No,” I state, staring at her pale face and high cheekbones. “No, I don’t want this blown out of proportion. I’m here for a friend.”

“Mmhmm, your secret is safe with me. Listen, whatever she needs, it’s hers. Like Patrick and Sunnie, she’s going to have to go to therapy. I’m ordering it. You’re a therapist, aren’t you?”

“I-I can’t get involved with her like that. She needs someone else. I’m sorry, Reaper, but I can’t be that person.”

“You might not have a choice in the matter. She may only trust you.”

I hope that isn’t the case. I don’t think I’d be able to think logically if she stepped into my office. Something about her has me in fits. I will just want to comfort her instead of being there and giving her solid advice like a therapist should.

“I’ll leave you alone. I’m glad she is okay. I’ll have the guys move her to the club—”

“Not the clubhouse. She needs her own space. Being around a lot of people, including the cut-sluts, it won’t be good for her.”

“She can’t be on her own.”

“I know. I know.” I sigh, smoothing a hand over my mouth. “Just move her in with me. Throw her stuff in the guest bedroom.”

“You’ll be her roommate, but not her doctor? Yeah, I see that going over really well.” He slaps my back and squeezes my shoulder. “You’re the one with the doctorate. I’ll trust you and your judgment. Are you staying for the seventy-two-hours?”

“Yeah, I’m staying. I don’t want her to think she’s alone.”

“I’ll have one of the guys bring supplies for you. Keep me updated.” Reaper gives Jo one last look and leaves. I hope I have control of my emotions and the strength that Reaper has. The man is a complete fortress, the ultimate badass, all while being President to a bunch of assholes like us.

Reaper shuts the door behind him, and the tension in the room is coming from me. Now that I’m alone with her, I don’t know what to do or say.

I bring her knuckles to my lips and press a kiss to them. “You scared me, Jo. You are the only one I know who sees right through me. You don’t see the doctor. You see the man who hides behind the