Page 53 of Ruthless

"Thanks, brother."

I returned my gaze to Ginger as she came to a halt next to me. I filled my lungs with her scent, inhaling deeply. Jesus, she was addictive.

"You ready, baby?" Her sad smile punched me right in the heart. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and protect her. I'd fucking kill anyone who hurt her. Daryl was a dead man walking, and if the Kings came for her, I'd end them, too.

I didn't miss her shiver. "I forgot about the mess?"

Shit. So had I. There was no way she was going to clean it up, either. Once I got her to the hospital I'd call in a cleaner. I held out my hand and waited for her to take it.

"What hospital is Della at?" Her small, soft hand felt good in mine.

"Florida Hospital on Memorial Medical Parkway." Once she was settled behind me on the bike I drew her arms around me. "You good?"

"I'm good." She clasped her hands together beneath my abs.

I sat there for a minute, enjoying the soft feel of her against my backside, the heat of her pussy at my lower back, inhaling the scent of her that I knew was going to do me in. "Jesus, what are you wearing?" I growled. "It's driving me insane."

Her light laugh vibrated through me, and I felt her lean forward to whisper into my ear, "Nothing. Just me." I felt her lips smile against my lobe before she drew it into her mouth and sucked on it.

"Fuck, baby, don't do shit like that unless you're ready for the consequences."

"Later," she promised huskily. "Take me to the hospital."

I would take her to the hospital, and when we returned home, I was taking her to bed.

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