Page 36 of Sinful Secrets

“Just a second,” I call out.

I stiffly get out of the bathtub and grab the robe, wrapping it around myself before walking into the room to see a doctor looking around the room with wide eyes. They got a doctor from the outside world. My heart skips a beat with a little hope.

“Thank you, sister, if you could leave me with the doctor for a moment whilst I talk over some personal things,” I state.

“But Brother Asher said not to leave you,” she says, panicked. I place my hand on her shoulder. “Oh, bless my loved one in being so concerned for my wellbeing, but I shall be fine. You can stand guard outside of the room, so you are still doing as Asher asks.” I smile, doing my best to convince her I am fine. She smiles and nods, and I release a breath I hadn’t realised I had been holding.

“Hello, I'm doctor Richard Wilson,” he says nervously, holding out his hand. I wait until I hear the click of the lock before I grab his hand and lead him to the bed. “Well, er, easy now, we don’t condone ourselves in that way, Ma’am,” he splutters.

“No, I need your help,” I plead and he nods. “I don’t have much time; I need to know if these are healing okay?” I ask and open my robe. He blushes at first at my brazenness, but I don’t have time to be reserved. His embarrassment soon dies when he sees my wounds. I don’t miss his reaction when he catches the bruising at the top of my thighs.

He clears his throat. “What… I mean, who did this to you?” he asks, concerned.

“It doesn’t matter, they gave me lashings and I was made to sit in a salt bath afterwards. I know they will scar, but are they okay?”

He has a closer look and nods. “They are fine, but they will scar quite badly. And I can’t help noticing you were assaulted. Do you need me to check?” he asks.

I swallow and nod. I lay on the bed, and he takes a look. I hiss in pain as he examines me, fighting the tears that sting my eyes. I will not cry, I will not fall apart now.

“I need to make a couple of stitches, I don’t have any anaesthetic with me, I could come back…”

I shake my head. “No, please, just do it, I will be fine,” I plead with him. He seems hesitant for a moment but nods and proceeds to start.

I squeeze my eyes shut and put a pillow over my face to bite down on through the pain.

“There, all done,” he states. I remove the pillow and thank him; I sit up and he takes my bloods as requested by Asher. “You know I can alert the police, they can come and help you from here,” he offers. I shake my head.

“No, you can’t tell the police, they won’t help me. Father Isiah has connections.” I pause. “I need you to do something for me, I need you to tell the Satan’s Outlaws that I am okay and that I am so sorry for Khan, so very sorry. I loved him so much.” I sob as the tears break, and I quickly wipe them away. “Please, doctor,” I beg.

He nods and stands. “It will take around a week to get the results back. In that time, I shall recommend that you should refrain from intercourse until we have the results,” he states, squeezing my hand. I smile and nod, thanking him.

After he's gone, I change into the dress left out for me to wear and sit by the window, staring out, hoping he tells the Satan’s. I need them to know I am sorry.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Rip

“He lost a lot of blood, and his heart stopped beating,” the doctor tells us, and my world fucking plummets. I can’t lose him as well. I run my hands through my hair, gripping it tightly as the doctor continues talking. “I don’t think I have ever had a patient this lucky before, and against all the odds, he has made it through the surgery.” He smiles. The brothers erupt in cheers, the women are sobbing with relief and all I can do is stand there. “I need to stress, he is in the ICU and will remain there for a good few days. But his vitals are good, and I can’t see why Rusty won’t make a full recovery,” he states.

“Fucking Rusty?” I hear Mammoth roar with laughter. “Khan’s name is Rusty?” He laughs again.

I ignore him. “Doc, so he's going to make it?” I ask again, needing him to clarify.

The doctor smiles and nods. “Yes, as it stands, he should be just fine,” he says before leaving. Rose wraps her arms around my waist, and I pull her into me.

“He's going to be okay, Rip,” she whispers. I smile down at her and take her mouth, kissing her softly.

“Yeah, he is. Thank fuck.” I sigh across her lips.

* * *

The nurse shows me to Khan, and fuck if it doesn’t hit me in the gut seeing him laid up with a shit load of tubes coming out of him. “He's still out of it, but you can talk to him, they say they can hear you.” She smiles. I nod and stand next to him.

“Fucking bit dramatic nearly dying, you always have loved being the centre of attention.” I laugh. I watch the nurses walk away to the nurse station. I lean in and whisper. “They will fuckin’ pay for what they have done to you, brother. I promise they will suffer,” I vow to him.

“Excuse me,” a guy says from behind me, a doctor. I glare at him. “Are you a Satan’s Outlaw?” he asks nervously.

I turn and face him. “What's the matter? Can’t you fuckin’ read?” I ask, pointing to the patch.

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