Page 17 of Tainted Blood

“Look, I have a job to do, and I don’t even get paid for it, so you can get out of here or you can be quiet. I don’t care if you’re a thug or not. I’m not losing my position in the program because you have issues.” She rolls her eyes at Jack while pointing the scissors toward him, like she dares him to come forward and try to stop her.

“Get to work, baby,” I say, getting more aroused by the moment. Seeing her give Jack shit is so damn hot.

“It would be great if you would calm down,” she whispers to me. I suppose there is a wound on my leg that she has to access, but all I can do is think with my third leg.

“If you took care of that first, then I would.” She gasps, but before she can respond, the door opens and then a man in scrubs enters.

“Ah, Ms. Vitale, have you changed his wound dressings yet?” he asks with a snideness that sets my teeth on edge.

“Unfortunately, no. His family entered the room before I could,” she answers, throwing Jack a scowl. I’m getting more turned on by the moment. No one puts Jack in his place, but his woman and my woman haven’t stopped.

The doctor stares at her and then says, “You should have asked them to leave.” He then looks to my brothers and says, “Please excuse us, so we can dress his wounds.”

“They can stay,” I say, wanting someone to keep me in control. Plus, I don’t think Jack is in the best temper to wait outside.

“We need space. Please move over to the other side,” the doctor says as he points toward the corner.

“Who are you?” I challenge him. He hasn’t introduced himself, and frankly, I don’t like the way he looked at my woman.

“Sorry, Mr. MacNamara. I’m Dr. Fisher. How are you feeling?” he asks me; his tenor changes just slightly to a little more of a civil tone.

“I’m feeling great right now. Shit, I’m ready to go home.” I rub my hands together and some pain shoots through my shoulder, but I don’t show any signs of discomfort because I want to get the fuck out of here.

“Hell, no,” Jack snaps.

He chuckles lightly. “Sorry, but your brother is correct. You were just shot yesterday, Mr. MacNamara.”

“Ms. Vitale, please remove the old dressing.” I watch her as she slides on a pair of gloves. My attention is never off her for a second. She slides her hand over my chest, lifting the tape, and I do my best not to complain because she’s watching. Hell, her hand on my chest is making my dick hard, even with this fucking tube in it. I think about these motherfuckers in the room, hoping to ice my cock, but their presence isn’t a bother. My next thought is my father. Rage pumps through me and I snarl, stopping my hard-on.

“Be a little gentler with the patient,” the doctor scolds her.

Connor laughs. “He’s not bothered by the tape, are you, Ian?”

“Fuck off.” I look at her. “Baby, I think the doc should take over or I’ll rip this catheter out and continue what we started.” The doctor stares right at her with a scowl, and she pales.

“Mr. MacNamara,” she hisses, eyes widening as she clenches her teeth.

“I don’t care about your boss.” I take her wrist and pull her closer to me. “All I know is you better not have let a motherfucker touch what’s mine.”

Jack’s phone beeps, and then he looks down. I wait patiently for him to address the situation, but he doesn’t say a thing. He crosses his arms. “Could you two get on with it? I have to see my family. Besides, we’d like to speak to my brother in private.”

“If he’d behave, then I could do my job,” Callie hisses.

I take her hand in mine again. “Sorry, baby. When you have your hands on me, all bets are off.”

“Ms. Vitale, please go get a nurse to take your place,” the doctor snipes at her.

“She doesn’t leave,” I snarl. I may not be able to fuck this asshole up right now, but I have my two brothers right here.

“Ms. Vitale is only a med student, Mr. MacNamara.”

“Did you just denigrate my future wife?” She gasps, and my brothers just shake their heads. Connor’s grinning, but Jack is still tight-lipped.

“My apologies, but I was only addressing her inexperience.”

“Well, I’d prefer her to touch me than another motherfucker, so carry on.”

The doctor tells her what to do and she attentively works on my bandages, cleaning my wounds before applying new gauze and tape. Once she’s done, I whisper a thank you. “I’ll reward you later.” Callie blushes while avoiding all eye contact.

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