Page 27 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

I wake up with something in my nose, and it feels wrong. I try to pull it out, but instead, a strong hand grabs my wrist and pulls my hand back down.

I'm not sure where I am, but I must be in the hospital again. Even though all the normal machinery is here, the rest of the room doesn't seem right. It's dark and a tad cold, but not to mention I don't see any nurses running around. I blink a few times and turn my head to see Leo sitting in a chair, his beard longer and his eyes redder than I've seen in a while.

"What happened? Where am I?" I croak out. My throat is so dry that even trying to swallow my own spit feels like acid going down. I bring my hand up to my neck and rub. It does nothing for the burn inside, but it makes me feel better.

"You're in the clubhouse. You wouldn't let us take you to the hospital. You've been unconscious for the past four days." Leo says everything matter-of-factly, like he's reading this off a menu or something.

"What about my mother?" Is she okay? I need to go. I sit up and instantly regret the decision. I forgot just how much pain Iwas in before the Doc put me under. It's less now, but still more than enough to knock me on my ass.

He falls back against his chair, spreads his legs slightly, and glares at me. "Stop it. You know, we went to check on your mother, Nisa. For fucks sake, what the hell kind of people do you think we are?"

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just out of sorts." After all that we've been through in the past few weeks, if there's one thing I know Chrome Creed will do, it's watch out for my mother.

"You should be. After the beating you took." His voice is dripping with disdain. Out of all the times for him to be mad at me, this is probably the worst.

"Leo, if you're going to sit there and just shoot dirty looks my way, you can go. I don't need this shit right now." My voice cracks as I try to speak louder. My hand goes back up to my nose and I feel something taped there.

"If you try and pull that out again, we're going to have a fucking problem." Leo grated, his hands clenched hard on the arm of the chair he'd been sitting in.

Then have someone else come in here and take it out. I don't want it. It's uncomfortable. I drop my hands back down on the bed I'm in and let my gaze roam along the ceiling and walls around me. I've been through most of the rooms in the Chrome Creed clubhouse, and I don't remember ever being in this room. "We're in the clubhouse?" I ask Leo, and he nods his head.

"Where at? I don't ever remember seeing this room." I look next to where he's sitting, trying to find something that I can remember.

"I had it made a few days ago. When Doc said that you wouldn't be as comfortable here as you would be in a hospital, I went out and got everything we needed to make sure you were." He barely blinks as he explains that he basically made a complete hospital room for me, simply because he didn't wantme to be uncomfortable. It's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me.

"Wow, that's unexpected. Thank you, Leo. I mean that." I try to give him a smile, hoping to lighten the mood, but he doesn't return it.

"Do you remember what you said when you were in the motel room?" He crosses one leg over the other, laying his ankle on his knee.

"No, I mean, I said a lot. I was in pain." The small machine next to me with my heart rate starts to beep faster and I inwardly groan. It looks like lying is out of the picture. I guess I'm left with not giving him any answers at all.

"That's okay, I can jog your memory if you need. I have no fucking problem doing that." He gets up from his seat and walks over to the foot of my bed. They must have bought the equipment they brought here directly from a hospital because even the bed is what someone would see there. Leo grabs the hard plastic footboard and continues to peer at me.

I gulp again, and the fire in my throat is less. We stare each other down for a few more seconds before he starts to talk again.

"When you were in that hotel room, I asked you who had done this to you." He gestures with his hand towards my body, "You refused to tell me. You told me to go away. Then you told me that he was trying to get you to hurt me. You're going to tell me who you are talking about."

"The Easter Bunny," I smirk at him.

"Try again." He says, and it's clear by the menacing tone that he's not fucking around right now.

"I don't know what you're talking about." My voice is lower.

"Nisa, try a fucking gain!"You're not going to lie here and protect some asshole who thought it was okay to put their fucking hands on you. You will tell me who the fuck did this toyou, and you're going to tell me now." He snaps, and I raise my chin in defiance. He's not going to hurt me; I already know that.

"Fine, it's not going to take long. I know whoever did this has a stake in that laundromat. They're going to have to come around at one point or another. I have enough people and enough patience to wait for months if I have to. Twenty-four hour shifts And if that doesn't work, then I'll burn that fucking place down. They're going to know that it was me who did it, and I'll sit there and wait for them to come for me. " He glares at me for a second more before he looks me up and down and walks toward the door.

I can't let him do that. He'd be playing right into Marc's hands. All Marc wants is to get Leo alone. If he decides to go through with this stakeout, so to speak, there's nothing stopping Marc from getting what he wants. I'd have failed anyway.

"Leo." His name rolls off my tongue. I can't bear to look up at him, but I feel his gaze on me, "Don't do that. I'm here to keep you from doing that. Just let me finish this. I know you want to help me and my mother, but I dug this hole for myself. " I finally summon the courage to look up at him."I betrayed you. You owe me nothing." My heart clenches at my admission.

Leo's top lip pushes up into a snarl before he turns on his heel and walks over to the corner of the room. He picks up a simple wooden chair and places it at the side of my bed. He sits down and folds his hands in his lap. "I'm ready for this story whenever you are." The muscle in his jaw clenches. Even with all this rage, he's so gorgeous.

My cheeks get hot picturing him in one of the many sexual positions that I've dreamt about before. I clear my throat and try to raise myself up in bed, but a pain shoots through my body when I do. Leo reaches down and picks up a remote that controls the bed, and he raises the head so I'm in an upright position.

"Get on with it." He drops the control back down and continues staring at me.

"When Hugh died, it nearly killed my mother. She was so protective of me after that point, not that she wasn't protective of me before, but moreso. I didn't want her to protect me when I knew she couldn't make ends meet now that the money Hugh used to bring in was gone. I came to the club thinking that you guys were my family and I would get a break from the shit that was my life, but you wanted nothing to do with me. You threw my family out to the curb when we were of no use to you."

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