Chase the Pain (Amatucci Family #1) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,11

looked like when the doctors came in and told her what would be happening to her body. Not giving her a say in any part of it.

Fucking doctors.

“No.” My mouth answered without conscious direction from my brain. Fuck. Seeing Corrie always screwed me up. I needed to get the fuck out of here if I was trying to help terrified women in stairwells.

“Is there a woman in a hospital gown down there?” the same man asked. The tone of his voice set my teeth on edge. If I found out this asshole was on my sister’s care team, I’d do whatever was necessary to get him replaced.

“No.” I spit it out. I needed to get the fuck out of here. Now. This woman was clearly someone else’s problem. I’d gotten the doctor off her tail, she was on her own from here on out.

“If you see a distraught woman in a hospital gown running around the hospital, please do not approach her. She’s dangerous. To herself. To others.”

I eyed the woman. I didn’t really care if she was off her meds or her rocker. I just wanted out of this situation as quickly as possible. She hadn’t attacked me, so we were square.

She looked up at me, fire hardened the moss green of her eyes into peridots. She laid a hand over her breast, shook her head.

My mouth twisted. Shit, she’s trying to be all brave. For just a second, I saw Corrie reflected in this stranger. “I’ll be sure to tell someone.” There. I’d covered for her all the way through.

She fell back against the steps. “Thank you.” She wiped her eyes before she looked back up at me. “Thank you.”

I nodded, wondered if I could leave her there. I looked her up and down. She had street clothes on, so technically she should be able to leave the hospital. “Technically, I didn’t lie. You’re not in a hospital gown.”

She smiled and looked at herself. “Indeed.” She grabbed the rail and pulled herself up.

Then proceeded to fall headfirst down at me.

Fuck. I reached out, grabbed her hips. My fingers sank into the generous flesh. I tightened my fingers before my brain gave the command. Damn, she felt good. Get your head out of her pants, fucker. You’ve got other things to deal with.

“Sure you shouldn’t be in a gown and in a bed somewhere?” I asked, my voice a little more gravelly than normal. I bit my cheek hard enough to taste blood.

She pulled back. “I should be, but I’d brave a philosophy student with a scalpel before I’d let him touch me.” She pushed back some of the hair that had escaped the knot at her nape. She looked into my eyes.

“Any particular reason for that?” I asked, one brow arching high. No. Damn it. Shut your fucking mouth. You’ve got to go.

She nodded, fussed with her clothing.

I waited. Some part of me needed the answer. When she didn’t say anything else, I felt my lips quirk. “Good girl. Keep those secrets.” As the pet name I used for my subs fell from my mouth, I flexed my fingers into her hips again.

Her lips parted the slightest degree as her pupils blew out...right before they went unfocused. The predator in me was instantly curious. Very few women were into my kind of lifestyle. At least at the level I truly enjoyed it.

But if she was quaking in fear and could still feel arousal?

Very curious, indeed.

I licked my lips as I looked at her mouth.

“Is savior of the misfortuned your regular job or do you moonlight as a superhero?” she asked, her voice low and sexy.

I laughed. Oh, pet, if you only knew how wrong that was. “You’ve definitely got the wrong guy for that one, sweetheart. I’m a chew ‘em up and spit ‘em out kind of guy.” Listen to me well, little girl. I don’t play nice.

Her lips curled up at the corner. “Real bad guy, huh?”

You’ve got no fucking idea. “Tried and true. Terrified mothers on reference if you need them.” I tried to warn her away as I dug my fingers into her hips once more. You couldn’t handle me. And I’m fucking tired of breaking soft women like you.

She hissed as I pulled my hands away. “You need some help down?”

What? No! Drop her ass, get back to the penthouse, and handle this shit with Phillip. I was on the verge of tossing my own ass down the stairs when I offered her my