Page 4 of Pike

“That’s an interestin’ story, Jailbait. Now, how about you tell me the one about the bruise,” he urges. He’s still groggy from the medicine, and I see his eyes slowly slip closed. I think he’s fallen asleep, so I attempt to slip out of the room. I’m almost to the door when he calls out to me.

“Stop tryin’ to leave. In fact, come sit in this chair.”

“I shouldn’t be here. I need to go,” I tell him quickly, trying to get myself out of this mess.

“I said no.” Why am I taking orders from this man? Why am I even listening to him? I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but I walk over and drop my ass into the chair next to his bed and sigh.

“I’m not telling you my personal life,” I tell him. He smirks, and damn, does it look hot.

“Yeah, you are. I wanna know where it came from.”

“A fist, obviously,” I snap. Pike shakes his head slowly before attempting to shift on the bed. I see him wince and quickly stand to try to help him. As soon as I touch his arm, something like a shock rocks my body. His eyes shoot to mine, and that’s where they hold. Did he feel that too?

I want to rip my hand away from him, but his other hand comes up and rests over mine, holding it in place.

“Whose fist was it?”

“Why does that matter?”

“It matters, darlin’. Just tell me.”

“It really doesn’t matter, and I can’t say. I’m sorry. I hope you feel better soon.” I force my hand away from him and start for the door when he stops me once more.

“Men aren’t supposed to make women cry, Jailbait.”

“He’s not a real man.” With that, I walk out of the room and close the door behind me, taking a deep breath. Silently and a little stunned, I walk back down the hall to find his friends.

“You can go see him. Room two ten,” I tell them. They stand but it’s the one who hugged me that moves toward me.

“He okay?”

“Yeah. He’s on a lot of medicine right now, so I wouldn’t stay long,” I let him know.

“Thanks, Feather.” I nod my head and walk back out of the waiting room, ready to finish my day with a drink.

Chapter 3

Pike

“First of all, I can stand up to piss,” I argue with the nurse. I want this tube out of my cock before I lose my shit on them. I’m a fucking man. Not some kind of machine. They don’t need me hooked up to all of this.

“I’m waiting on the doctor to tell us we can remove that.”

“You’re gonna remove it, or I’m gonna do it myself,” I argue a little more. The poor nurse doesn’t stand a chance with me. I know what I want, and I want this shit off. “In fact, find Feather.”

“Why?”

“She’ll remove this shit. Now go find her,” I demand. The nurse rolls her eyes and walks out of the room as I sigh and lean back. The guys came to see me yesterday, but I was so fucking drugged up and groggy I don’t remember shit. Mask said it was one person on the feed, but he had a mask over his face, so we couldn’t see who he was. I’m not sure who the hell it would have been.

Nevertheless, I’m going to make them pay for what they did to me. I’m going to hunt that motherfucker to the end of the earth. Then I’m going to cut him limb by limb until I’m satisfied with what I’ve done.

The door opens, and a timid Feather walks in. What has her down today? Same thing as yesterday?

“Don’t look so happy to see me,” I tease. She breaks into a smile that looks too fake for her beautiful face and walks toward me.

“They said you wanted to see me.”

“Yeah, there’s a tube in my cock and I want it out.”

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