Page 80 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“It is,and I know the timing couldn’t be worse.” He gave me a slight tug, pulling me down on the bed next to him. “I let you down last night. Hell, I let myself down, and it kills me. I hate that motherfucker came here. I hate it even more that he had the nerve to put his fucking hands on you. I’ll kill him for that shit.”

“Oh, God. Is that why they brought him here?”

“You know about him being here?”

“I heard him in the back of the truck.” My throat tightened as I asked, “Are you guys really going to kill him?”

“That’s not a question you need to ask, babe.”

I thought about all the years I’d spent with James and how horrible he’d been to me. He didn’t deserve to die for what he’d done to me. “Quinton, I know you are upset and want to make him pay for what he did. I do, too, but you can’t kill him.”

“This isn’t something you should be worried about.”

“But I am.” I reached over and placed the palm of my hand against his cheek. “I don’t want you doing something that might get you in any kind of trouble. I love you, and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you, especially because of me.”

“You love me, huh?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”

“That’s good because I love you, too.” He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss, then said, “There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive you for. You would’ve been there if you could, and you’re here now. That’s what matters.”

“I really do love you, Jules.”

“And I really do love you.” I leaned in and kissed him, this time with a little too much fervor, and Quinton winced. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I’m fine, babe.”

“No, you’re not.” I stood up, then walked over and grabbed the painkillers Doc had given me. “I want you to take one of these while I go start you a hot shower.”

He raised his brow and gave me a sexy smirk. “You gonna join me?”

“No, sir. Not a chance. We both have some healing to do before any of that.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Says the man who can barely move,” I teased. “Now, hold tight while I get that shower started.”

Quinton didn’t realize just how sore he was until he got up from the bed and hobbled to the shower. I had to help him clean his wounds and reapply his bandages. He wanted to do the same for me and gave it a valiant effort, but he simply wasn’t able to help as much as he wanted to.

The next couple of days were hard on us both, but thankfully, it didn’t take long for things to start to get back to normal. My bruises had started to fade and could be covered with makeup, so I’d gone back to work. Quinton was still moving a little slow, but he was able to go back to work with the guys and help finish up their remodeling project.

I had a feeling he’d been to the clubhouse to deal with James, but I didn’t ask him about it. I knew he wouldn’t tell me, so I did what I could to push all thoughts of James to the back of my mind. It wasn’t easy. Every time I looked in the mirror and saw the bruises on my face, I thought of him.

Thankfully, the bruises eventually disappeared—and so did the thoughts of James.

When the weekend finally rolled around, we were both ready for the break. Neither of us felt like doing much, so we decided to have a nice dinner and watch a movie. Quinton took a shower while I ordered our pizza. I made the call, then got out the plates and made our drinks.

Quinton was taking longer in the shower than I expected, so I went to check on him. When I walked into the bedroom, he was standing at the dresser with a towel wrapped around his waist. My word. He was a beautiful specimen of a man.

My eyes traveled along the lines and curves of his muscular chest, and I was suddenly feeling a little flushed. My aroused state hadn’t gone unnoticed.

A sexy smirk crossed Quinton's handsome face as he said, “Hey there, beautiful. Can I help you with something?”

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