Page 26 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

"Don't worry about it. Please go. " She turns her head and stares at me. The determination and anger are only partially overshadowed by the pain that she's in.

"No." It's the only word I can get through my clenched teeth. My body shakes as I sit next to her, careful not to touch anything in case I inadvertently hurt her.

"Leo, please don't make this any harder for me than it already has to be. Just go! " She tries to nudge me away, but I don't move.

"Goddammit! Why are you doing this to me? Why? Please, I'm begging you! He's going to make me hurt you, please! Please! Oh God, please Leo. " She wails, and both Spike and Doc's eyes jump up to mine. They heard the same thing I did. Someone is using her to get to us. That's why she won't tell us what's going on. She thinks she is protecting us.

"Who? You fucking tell me right now. Nisa, who is making you do something? Fucking hell Nisa, I don't care what you just told me, we can fucking fix this. I don't care. " I lean closer and grab hold of her shoulder. The marks on her skin are the only reason that I don't squeeze the life out of her.

"Nisa..." My voice breaks when she tries to breathe again, and she has to lean her head all the way back to get any air.

"This is going to have to wait, Prez. I'm sorry." Either we're getting her to the hospital or she's going to fucking suffocate on her blood right now. We gotta move. "

"No. Don't take me to the hospital. Please, she grabs my arm, and I can see the desperation in her eyes.

"Doc, can you take care of this at the clubhouse?"

"I can, but she won't be as comfortable as she could be in the hospital." He rolls her over to the side and she starts to cough. Blood splatters on the sheets.

"Clubhouse. "Go to the clubhouse," Nisa says, through the coughing.

"Fuck it. I need a car. " I can't leave Nisa's side right now. I shoot a pointed look at Spike.

"Got it. Give me five minutes. " Spike rushes out of the room, and I rub the hair out of Nisa's face as the sweat and blood moisten her face.

"You don't need to protect me, Nisa." Whatever this is, I can take care of it. Whatever you did, I'll fix it. "All you have to do is tell me." I peer into her eyes, but instead of her opening up about what's going on, she just lifts a hand and rubs my cheek.

She's not going to tell me anymore tonight. No matter what I ask.Her hands shake and her eyes water with more tears as Doc's fingers press against something on her back. At one point, in particular, she clutches my shoulder, her nails scratching against the leather of my kutte. She screams in pain and cries pitifully.

"What the fuck are you doing to her?" I look up to Doc, who pays me no mind. This is the only time I'll allow something like that. It means he's trying to save her, and that's the most important thing.

She cries harder, and I lean down to lay my forehead against hers. I smooth down her hair while whispering soothing words in her ears. all the while trying to push down the fury still festering inside of me. Right now, Nisa needs my support. She's hurting and scared. I can deal with whoever the fuck did this to her later, but I wasn't going to let this slide. If I have to lock her in a room for days on end until either she tells me who did this or whoever did this to her fucks up and comes looking for her on their own.

I'm not aware of how much time has passed, but just as Nisa stops another bout of screaming, Spike bursts back into the door with keys in his hand.

"Thank fuck, Doc, we can go." I go to pick her up, but he stops me.

"No!" His eyes go wide, and after a second, he pulls his hand away.

"Sorry Prez, I've got her as stable as I can right now, but if we bend her or move too fast she could puncture a lung." This rib right here is broken badly. I need some sort of stretcher just so we can keep her even. It's going to hurt going slow and it's going to hurt when we're driving. " He leans over and looks into her face, "Are you sure I can't convince you to go to the hospital?"

Nisa just mutters no. She's so exhausted that she can barely speak.

"Come on, we can do this, Doc."

"Yeah, let's go. "What can we do?"I stay with Nisa as Doc and Spike both run around the hotel looking for anything they can to get a stretcher made up.

I run my hands down her side, gently cringing when I see the dark bruise right on her hip bone. I don't know what they hit her with, but whatever it was, they hit her over and over, probably after she was unconscious. So much pain for what? If only I fucking knew.

My hand settles on her hip, and her jeans pocket is slightly uneven. There's something in there. I reach in with two fingers and pull out a sheet of paper. On the note it says: I'll be in touch, one way or another.

The threat alone makes me want to punch my hands through a wall, but on the flip side of that, at least with this, I know for sure whoever it is will come after her again. This time I'll be right there by her side. I don't give a fuck what anyone in my club says. I'm not letting Nisa out of my sight again.

CHAPTER 16

CONFESSIONS

Nisa

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