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I gasped, but whether it was from his comments, my lack of memory of even arresting someone, or the jarring use of the word beginning with C, I had no idea.
“What? Um… Grease?”
He was getting up from the bed, as I realised that he’d slept fully dressed on the top of the covers, rather than in the bed with me, while I seemed to be completely naked. Why was I naked?
He paused, staring at me with his eyebrows up, I guess waiting for me to speak, but I was so confused.
“I-”
“First things first, little pain. Where’s your first aid kit? You must have one, right? Organised kinda lady you are?” I told him, and he nodded.
“There are painkillers and water beside you. Why don’t you take some while I fetch it. I’ll get you patched up.”
I watched him leave the room, and not to check out his ass, although that was a bonus that I truly needed right now. Why was he here? Why was he being so sweet, and looking after me? And why was I injured? How the hell much did I even drink last night?
When he returned, I was still sitting in the same position, clutching my upper arm and staring into space.
“Jesus, did I have to say please? It’s not like I ordered you to do it.” Grease set the kit down, walked around the bed, and picked up the pills, popping two out and passing them to me, before he passed me the water. On autopilot, I just took them, and swallowed down about half of the water, before I handed the glass back.
“So how much do you remember, little pain?” He sat beside me, and gently lifted my arm to look at the injury again, before he carefully manipulated the joint back and forth. “Feel okay?”
I nodded, even though I winced when the skin stretched.
“I think it got grazed against that wall when he attacked you, babe. Do you remember the blonde asshole from the bar?” Oh damn. That sounded oddly familiar.
“The one who groped me?”
Grease nodded, using an antiseptic wipe to clean blood away from the graze, wincing when I hissed through my teeth as it burned and stung.
“Sorry. Yeah, that cunt. Tried to fucking rape you outside the place, but you showed him.”
Wait. It was coming back to me now, and he was lying.
“You mean you did. Oh god. He was too strong for me. You saved me!”
Grease kept his focus on cleaning up the mass of stinging pain on my elbow.
“It’s just grazed, but it’ll hurt a while yet.” He was already patching it up, like it wasn’t a big deal to clean up blood and patch up injuries. He’d done this before, hadn’t he? Was it a biker thing?
“Thanks,” I whispered, feeling a lump in my throat as emotion started to overwhelm me. I was almost raped last night. I might have been, if Grease hadn’t stepped in.
Tears started burning my eyes, and I blinked fast, trying to hide how embarrassingly girly I was about to be.
“Aw babe, it’s okay,” Grease murmured, lifting my chin, and gently brushing a lone tear aside as it escaped, “he never touched you, I promise. You were already handing him his ass when I found you.”
I swallowed hard, feeling more tears escape, and I squeezed my eyes closed, so I wouldn’t see the concern on his face. When he was mouthy and snarky, he was hot enough, but sweet and worried about me? That’d break down any remaining defences I had.
“I wasn’t winning against him. He was overpowering me. If… if you hadn’t…”
Grease lifted me into his lap, holding me against his chest as I cried, running his fingers lightly through my short hair as he did.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Iswear, it wasthe weirdest night I’d ever spent with a woman, although to be honest, I’ve never actually spent the night with a woman. This was different though. Not just because of the weirdness of staying over and not fucking, but she was fragile, and trusting me to protect her, and that felt amazing, because I was starting to think she was afraid of me.
I thought she’d still have my number blocked too, until she reached out last night. She’d been heading to the clubhouse, so that had to mean something, right? It’s not like she turned up with flashing lights, and sirens, to cuff me again. She thanked me.Me. The meatheaded asshole who she’d been avoiding.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry, look at the mess I’m making of your shirt.”
