Page 25 of Wicked Revenge

I expect to see disgust on his face, but all I see is red-hot rage vibrating off him in waves. A small whimper escapes me, and I go to pull my hand out of his grasp, embarrassment and confusion flooding me once again, but he holds tight.

Leaning down, his blue eyes have darkened with unhinged rage bubbling in them, bringing one hand to my chin where his thumb gently rubs. He stares into my soul again before speaking. “Who hurt you? Give me a name.”

I am stunned into silence, my mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. His rage isn’t directed at me. It’s directed at the person who put these scars on me. I can’t answer him.

This reminds me that I don’t even know who this person is. As much as I want to trust this feeling of safety I feel right now, I also don’t know who I can trust and where their loyalties lie.

It takes tremendous effort, but I manage to pull my gaze from his gorgeous eyes and look over at my best friend, who is watching our interaction. I can tell by the look on her face she’s as confused as I feel, but since I already know how she feels about these Shadows, I see the hint of a smile she is hiding.

She sees the pleading look on my face immediately, and I force the breath out of my lungs in relief when she speaks. “Why don’t we check you out? You still don’t remember anything?”

“It's coming back in waves. I remember falling into the river. I think I hit my head, it hurts here.” I reach my free hand up to touch that aching spot, and my hand comes away bloody. Before she can say anything else, one of the other masked men returns, the big one who held the doctor against the wall.

“I have some medical experience. Is it okay with you if I take a look?” He asks me directly in that deep growly voice that does something funny to my insides. His honey golden eyes never leave mine as he comes to stand beside Ella.

I stare back at him, unsure what it is about these men that seem to put me at ease, I nod at him. Ella steps aside, allowing him to come closer, and I take a moment to really look at him.

He’s big. He has broad shoulders and massive arms, his muscles straining against his solid black hoodie. Black gloves cover his huge hands.

I wonder what it would be like to feel them bare against my skin?

My thoughts surprise me, and I feel heat creeping up my cheeks again.

He has a pair of latex gloves in his hand, his eyes staying locked on mine for a few moments before he removes his black riding gloves and snaps the others on. He gently probes my head. I wince when he gets to the tender area that is still oozing blood.

There is a light attached to the table that he bends and brings closer to my head to help him see. “It’s not too bad. I can see if Doc has some wound glue in his bag and close it to stop the bleeding.”

His eyes come back to mine, and I nod my head, letting him know he can proceed. He moves to the end of the bed, bending down to rummage through Doc’s bag that must have crashed to the floor when I panicked.

When he comes back, he takes my hand in his, making the smooth glove warm against my cold skin, his honey eyes connecting with mine again.

“This is going to hurt, Baby Girl. I’m sorry.”

My stomach does little flips at him calling me Baby Girl with his deep, growling voice. I don’t know what it is about these men and their little nicknames that are doing something weird to me, but I am not usually easily flustered.

I’ve cut off the cocks of grown ass men before I kill them, for fucks sake. What the actual fuck is happening to me right now? These men are bringing out a side of me I didn’t even know existed.

With the internal reminder that I’m a badass who has lived through hell and walked through the flames to survival, I put on my bravest face for this big bear of a man.

“I’m no stranger to pain. Go ahead, I can take it.” Turning my head forward, I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to prepare myself and he growls. He actually fucking growls at me. Again!

I feel his other gloved hand gently lift my chin and turn my face back to him. “Look at me, Baby Girl.”

His tone is commanding and even deeper than before, causing my insides to flutter, and my thighs clench on their own. My heavy eyelids flutter open at his command, and the intensity in his eyes steals the breath from my lungs.

“I don’t know who hurt you, but my hands will never cause you that kind of pain.” His words make my eyes fill with tears in an instant. They spill over my lashes and run down my cheek. He brings his thumb up to wipe them away. “I’m going to get started. When the pain is too much, I want you to squeeze my brother's hand as hard as you can, he can take it.” He winks at me before nodding to his brother, who has been silent for a while.

I look up at the man whose black gloved hands are cocooning mine, his blue eyes watching me. They are now creased in the corners, making me think he’s smiling behind the mask. I wish I could see his face, all of their faces really.

“You okay, Angel?” He asks, leaning down slightly and bringing one hand up to brush my hair back out of my face again.

I smile up at him, nodding my head before taking a deep breath and keeping my eyes on his blue ones. “I’m ready.”

He holds my head steady as his brother begins.

The cold sting of the alcohol makes my body tense for a second as he cleans the blood from my forehead with care. Then I feel him pinching the wound together before applying the glue. The pain is bad, not unbearable, but I still tense up and squeeze his brother's hand tightly.

“You’re doing so good. I’m almost done,” he praises before softly blowing on the glue so it dries quicker.

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