Tame his Beast - Claire C. Riley Page 0,55
you know, Belle, I’m a motherfuckin’ beast and beasts can’t be tamed.” He looked me up and down with like he was disgusted with himself for ever having sex with me. “Tell the prospect to bring me a hit,” he growled out, disappointing me in so many ways.
“Fine,” I snapped with a shake of my head as I backed away. “But you know what? I’m done. Find yourself a new nurse.”
“You’re not done till I tell you you’re done,” he snarled.
I kept on walking, ignoring his protests behind me.
“Since I pay your wages, does that make you my whore now?” he yelled out behind me, and I choked on another sob.
Joey opened the door as I got there, looking between me and Beast cautiously.
“Can you get him back to his room on your own?”
He nodded. “Yeah, no problem.”
“And tell Shooter that Beast is someone else’s problem now.”
“You okay?” he asked, his gaze going behind me to Beast, who was still yelling, and then back to me. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” His features hardened.
“Not physically,” I said, “but he’s broken my heart because he doesn’t have a heart himself.” And then I left.
Chapter Eighteen
~ Beast ~
The door opened and a tall blond woman walked in, her uniform cut in at all the right places, giving me a good view of her shapely ass as she sashayed across the room.
“Morning, I brought you breakfast,” she said, cheery as a motherfucker, “Doctor Collins is signing off on your discharge papers this morning, so you should be out of here in a day or so. Isn’t that great? I bet you can’t wait after being cooped up in this little room for so long…”
She continued to drone on and on like I gave a shit what she said, and I drowned her out, wondering where the fuck Belle was but already knowing that I’d driven her away for good this time.
The chirpy little blond pulled the cart to the side of my bed. “I have your meds and your pudding. I heard you love pudding, so I made sure to bring an extra cup.” She smiled and held out a Styrofoam cup filled with water in one hand and a little cup with my pills in another.
“What the fuck is this?”
“Well, your previous nurse said not to give you a glass. She said that you’re very accident prone,” she said, her smile faltering a little as her gaze caught sight of the broken window. “But she insisted that you get two puddings because they’re your favourite.”
I stared between her and the cup of water, giving a shake of my head.
She’d really just left me in the care of this nurse.
I’d known she was done with me—I’d made sure of it—yet I hadn’t thought I’d actually give a shit. But now that she wasn’t there I was pissed off. Pissed off that she thought she could just drop me. Pissed off that she thought she got any say in any of this. And pissed off that she’d put this bubbly little bitch in charge of looking after me. I’d be gone in a day or two, but there was no way I was letting Belle get out of her duties so easily.
My gaze narrowed in on the nurse’s tag and I realised that she worked in paediatrics.
Belle had gotten a child’s nurse to look after me.
Anger rose inside of me, fury raging through my veins at her fucking audacity. Who the fuck did she think she was dealing with?
“Oh, now now, come on, don’t get yourself all worked up, sweetie,” the nurse said soothingly, like I was a fucking child.
My anger continued to grow and grow until I thought I was going to explode, but when it got to the boiling point, instead of exploding, I laughed. It bubbled out of me like vomit, so loudly and unexpectedly that the prospect stormed into the room with his gun out, and that made me laugh some more.
“Put your gun away, prospect!” I said, my booming laugh growing louder, and he flicked the safety back on and slid it into his jeans.
“Everything okay?” he asked cautiously.
I wanted to feel bad for laughing. I wanted Echo’s voice in my head telling me to shut the fuck up and get back to my misery and self-pity, get back to planning my vengeance, but instead all I heard was silence.
Echo wasn’t in there yelling at me, guilt-tripping me, and making me feel like the piece of shit I