Page 40 of Dr Feel Good
She faced me again. “I appreciate your offer, Felix, but I need to leave today. My club needs me.”
Her words crushed me, and I wanted to tell her that I needed her, that I’d grown attached to her over the weeks and didn’t look forward to us living separate lives again.
However, I didn’t say any of that. Instead, I just nodded and silently watched as she headed off to the small laundry room to retrieve her clothing, her sister trailing behind her.
“How did she end up here, boy?” Razor asked once Michelle was out of the room. “Pretty far off from where I told her to go.”
“The shootout happened on the far edge of my property. I found her and treated her.”
Warrior snorted, as if my words were outlandish, making Reese roll his grey eyes. “So, you just played doctor with a random woman?”
“Dude, chill the fuck out,” Reese grumbled, giving Warrior a look of disapproval. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“Well, I am a doctor,” I said, drawing myself up taller. “Dr. Felix Good. I’m a plastic surgeon with a practice in Kansas City.” I looked at Reese. “I believe your…girlfriend is a client of my friend. Does Dr. Ian Purdue ring a bell?”
Surprise flickered across his face before he scowled. “Isn’t that shit supposed to be private?”
“Ian and I work in the same medical complex, and it was a private…educationaldiscussion that took place in my office. I assure you, no one else overheard this information, and he didn’t share her name with me.”
It was in a HIPAA gray zone, rather than an outright violation. Regardless, I doubt an outlaw biker would go running to the law over privacy infringement.
That seemed to calm him down, and he nodded. “Good. Ainsley likes that motherfucker. I’d hate to have to kill him for fucking up.”
I blinked once. Then blinked again, his words making my jaw go slack. Warrior and Razor rolled their eyes, and Reese just cocked a brow. Before anyone could say anything, Michelle and Lake returned. She donned her cut again, though her ruined clothes were nowhere in sight.
“I’m ready to go,” Michelle announced, not sparing me a glance.
Those words got everyone filing out of my cabin. For a painful moment, I thought she’d leave without saying goodbye. However, she paused, then stalked to him. Gripping my collar, she yanked my head down to crash her lips against mine. I responded at once, the kiss brief but heated. The wolf whistles didn’t register until after we pulled away. Thankfully, Warrior and his boys were already outside, leaving only a handful of Harlots to witness the scene.
Michelle scowled at her sister when Lake wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Knew you were fucking him,” she said, earning a light punch to her arm.
“Shut up and let’s go,” Michelle ordered, storming out the door.
This time, she walked out of the cabin without a second glance, and possibly walking out of my life forever.
The one thing I hated was a coward. Particularly, the kind of coward who was scared to face the consequences of their actions. Even in the underworld, those types of people were easy to find. Perhaps more so than in the civilian world, as consequences for criminals could be a long ass prison stint, or death. However, for a traitor, there was only one form of consequence that awaited them: a slow, painful death.
I’d learned to suppress the violent streak that’d earned me my presidency, but I’d forever delight in dealing with those who fucked over me. Fendi had three co-conspirators, dumb cunts who thought aligning with her would earn them officer positions when she reclaimed her throne. It’d backfired on all of them,though. Fendi was dead, as well as Spikes, a newer member who’d died of her injuries during my retrieval from Felix’s cabin.
A pang went through my heart as I thought of him. I’d spent three days torturing the other bitches, but my parting kiss with Felix hadn’t left my mind. My revenge prevented me from searching for him, and once they were dead, I’d need to find the Bloody Femmes who’d tried to kill me. It was tiring, and I’d barely been able to spend time with Estelle, Juno, or Bob the Biter.
Today, the remaining two would have to die, just so I could have a family day before I began the more tedious job.
Glamor, an older member who went way back with Fendi, was gagged and suspended upside down, cuts littering her nude body, and chunks of skin missing. She’d earned her name due to dedicating a fuckton of time to her looks, but right now, the bitch looked busted.
“Which one you wanna take out first, sis?” Lake asked, already informed of my plans.
Glamor’s swollen eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head frantically. Incoherent words slipped from around her gag. They were impossible to understand, but if I had to guess, she was begging for her pathetic life.
I turned to Munny, nodding to her. Unlike Glamor, the cunt was barely conscious. Whereas I’d employedlingchifor Glamor, I’d opted to keep Munny tied to a chair and take a hammer to her joints. A couple of punches to the head had her out of it, and I suppose withholding food and water hadn’t helped either cunt. It was a miracle that neither had died already, and a shock that Glamor was still so coherent.
“You handle Munny first,” I ordered, leaning against the wall of our little torture chamber, lovingly nicknamedThe Panic Room. Not because we hid there during a crisis, but becauseanyone dragged into there would be guaranteed to lose their shit. “I wanna see what Candy’s been teaching you.”
My enforcer had been busy trying to hunt down any Bloody Femme she could get her hands on, but prior to the shitshow, I’d enlisted her to show both of my sisters some of her favorite techniques.
Lake smirked, taking out the butterfly knife she always kept on her person. Twirling it, she put as much distance between herself and Munny. Then, she threw her knife, embedding it into the cunt’s throat.
“Bullseye!” she exclaimed, bowing at my polite round of applause.
