Page 49 of Twisted Hearts

27Megan

Aaron talkedto his father on speakerphone while I tended to his wound. He’d been stabbed in his left side during one of his scuffles with the bad guys. The wound was deep enough that I suggested he go to the hospital, but Aaron wouldn’t hear of it. Like the act was something simple, he insisted on coaching me on how to clean and sew him up.

There was no use in me arguing with him about it. Aaron was going to do whatever Aaron wanted to do. It hadn’t taken me but a few quick interactions to know that he was an alpha male that was not going to bend to the whims and demands of the rest of the world.

However, there were moments when he’d drop the armor and allow me small peeks at the parts of him that I was certain no one else had ever seen.

“No, it was not the law,” Aaron urged. He talked into his phone sitting on the table next to us, but his eyes remained on my tense face as I played nurse.

“Those motherfuckers had military-grade weapons. They were aiming to kill and they didn’t give a flying fuck about collateral damage. They didn’t count on me having the kind of weaponry that could contend with theirs.”

The sound of a weapon being charged on his father’s end of the call hinted that Shark heeded Aaron’s warning and was preparing for battle.

“So, what were they? Black, White, Mexican? Who the fuck are we dealing with? Can’t be the Russians. We didn’t leave a trail for them to connect the dots to us, right?”

Aaron glanced down at my work before he answered his father’s question. “I heard Spanish and not the usual Spanglish mix they speak here in Florida. This group was Mexican and not Tex-Mex either. And fuck you. You know fucking well I took care of the Russians. They don’t call me Grave Digger for nothing.”

Grave Digger? I’m sleeping with someone known as Grave Digger?

My mind reeled at the conversation I was hearing between Aaron and his father. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I’d seriously underestimated Aaron and his MC. I knew the August Knights had a reputation. I knew that Aaron was dangerous based on what had gone down at his house the first time I’d stayed with him. But, some of the things they were revealing now had elevated their danger status. It had me thinking back to all those times that Shark and Aaron had warned me that they were dangerous people.

We’d driven over seventy miles away from the woods where Aaron and I had left seven dead bodies and a blown-up vehicle. His shirt was soaked through with blood, enough that I’d had to cut him out of it. It wasn’t until I’d started cutting his shirt away that the rusted scent of blood made its way up my nose and rested at the back of my throat.

During the seventy-mile drive, he’d not once complained about bleeding or pain and seemed more concerned about how I was doing than about his own health. The cheap motel we’d decided on contained rooms that faced woodland. This allowed us to park around the back of the building, which hid Aaron’s damaged and now suspect vehicle.

I used the old rusted hot plate and a small metal pot to boil water. The bubbling liquid from the steaming pot competed with the sound of the clunking air-conditioning unit, filling the stale air of the motel with its own harmony.

When a knock sounded at the door, Aaron had a weapon in his hand within seconds. His finger didn’t ease away from the trigger until he heard the person announce, “Front desk.”

I’d called down to the front desk and listened to the attendant grumble about having to bring us extra towels.

Aaron pointed me to a hiding spot behind the bed before he shoved the pistol down the back of his pants. My body remained hidden, but I couldn’t help peeking above the lumpy mattress to see if it truly was the front desk.

When Aaron answered the door shirtless, the man’s face went from sour to sunshine and sprinkles in seconds. His eyes lustfully traveled the expanse of Aaron’s tempting body.

My first smile came at the sight of Aaron jerking the towels from the man’s grasp and slamming the door in his smiling face.

Aaron didn’t get the full gist of how much attention he could pull. When we were at any public place, smiles came easy, chests poked out further, and he was offered help when he didn’t even need it. My smile deepened, now that I saw that not even men were immune to him.

The tattoos, the hair, his strong fit body, and those piercing, blue eyes could probably get him just about anything he wanted. Aaron had everything he needed to turn the most disciplined head, and I wasn’t sure he realized it.

The motel’s half-empty first aid kit contained items that looked older than Aaron’s twenty-seven and my twenty-four years combined. I poured some of the boiling water over the needle to sterilize it and wasn’t entirely sure the old thread would knit Aaron’s skin back together.

God, this man could take a lot of pain. He continued to make calls of warning to MC members as he directed me on how to clean and sew up his wound. Repeatedly shoving a tiny sliver of metal through human skin was more difficult than doctors made it look.

My hand shook less with each passage of the needle through Aaron’s skin, but my thumb had gone numb from how hard I’d had to push to break through his flesh. Aaron was calm enough for the both of us because I didn’t relax until the last stitch.

“Done,” I called, relieved that it was over.

When I turned to walk away to discard the trash and put up the supplies, Aaron gripped my wrist. He didn’t have to utter a word to me. The firm grip of his fingers around my wrist and the glint of lust in his eyes expressed more than words ever could. He swiped his phone off in the middle of someone talking.

My smile beamed down on him as I dropped the supplies on the rickety table next to us. I stepped between his splayed legs before I leaned down and placed a tender kiss on his lips. His hands raced up both sides of my body before my lips skimmed over his prickly jaw and sat on top of his ear.

“Let’s shower first,” I suggested, knowing damn well what showering with him was going to do. I glanced casually back at him as I headed towards the bathroom, putting a little extra sway in my hips.

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