Page 18 of The Triplets and the Blonde

“Would you relax?” He shoved me inside.

“I will not relax. You think I’m gonna fuck you.” I stumbled forward and almost fell before he caught me. “Maybe have your brother join. I would rather die.”

“Maybe someday you will beg me to fuck you. Most women do,” he whispered in my ear.

Inside the room was the sofa where Derek and Aiden tag teamed Danny. There was a large bed set across from a fireplace. In the middle of the room was a tub. It was bigger than the dumpster I slept beside.

Lavender and vanilla filled the room. Steam rose from the tub. Bubbles floated on the top. Two women dressed in the Cartright uniform with pigtails stood by it. One waved her hand as if presenting it to me.

“What kind of kinky crap are you into?” I turned to Aiden. “Not that I’m knocking your yum, it’s just not my thing.”

“You stink like an infection.” He unlocked my handcuffs. “My security is right outside the door so don’t try anything. These girls will help you.”

“Help me what?” I asked.

“Bathe. Derek noticed blood on the back of your hoodie and what might be puss. They will help clean you. Then get on the bed faced down. A doc is gonna come check out your wounds.” He went and sat on the sofa, facing away from me. “Don’t worry I won’t look.”

I had never taken a bath. Shit, I was lucky to take showers when I got the chance. I wanted to take off running. I wanted to leave. Instead I kicked off my sneakers.

The women came over and helped me out of my clothes. I would have done it myself had I been able to get the hoodie off. It was stuck to my back. Maybe it was infected. My body ached.

They helped me into the tub. The warm water engulfed me. I moaned as I fully sunk in. My back stung. My legs were stiff from being in the cell on that damn bed. I hadn’t realized how much pain I was in until I stepped into the water.

“Lean forward so I can get your back,” the older woman with gray hair and a wicked smile said.

“Oh, no It’s okay,” I stammered. Never had someone washed me. My mind grew fuzzy.

“Would you stop being so damn stubborn!” Aiden yelled from the sofa.

I did as I was told and leaned forward. The younger woman with mousy features and a grim look gasped, “That looks really bad.”

Aiden was there before I realized he got up. His hand was on my shoulder pushing me forward slightly. A low rumble escaped his throat.

I covered my breast with my arms and hoped the bubbles covered the rest. “Look I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“Fuck. The doc needs to see you now. There are thorns embedded in your back. Your entire back is bruised. ” He let out a low groan. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“When would I have? When you locked me in the cell? When you kidnapped me? Oh wait, I know, when you had me sleep on a damn metal bunk for days!” I snapped.

The younger woman rushed out of the room. The concern in his voice had me worried. If someone that hated me and threatened to kill me was worried then I should have been too. Of course had they not kidnapped me, Vickie would have fixed this and it never would have gotten infected.

Aiden reached into the tub. The arms of his suit got soaked as he put his arms under me. I wanted to protest. Wanted to tell him not to touch me. Instead for a brief moment I welcomed the comfort his arms provided.

The corners of my vision were turning black. Shit maybe it was bad.

He brought me over to the bed and set me down. With his help I rolled over onto my stomach. I tried not to think of him looking at me naked. Something soft and fluffy rolled across my skin. He was drying me off with a towel.

I looked up at him to thank him. His suit jacket and shirt had been removed. Nevermind. I had to look away. He was just too sexy. And with me being naked, it wasn’t a good combination. I felt as though I was fading and yet I was thinking about him. What was wrong with me?

Once he was done he draped a sheet over me. I was so cold a shiver ran through me, I wanted the heat from the tub again. The air in the room was heavy. The lights were too bright. How did I not notice that before?

People rushed into the room. Derek, Jason and a woman that must be the doc came right over to the bed. Before I could do or say anything, the sheet was pulled back.

“What did we do to her?” Jason asked. “This isn’t right.”

“I say that’s on her. Had she not stolen from us none of this would have happened.” Derek pointed at me. “But this is bad. Doc, is she gonna die? No one that pretty should die. Not like this.”

“Would you guys stop bickering?” She opened her bag and pulled out a needle. “She is burning up. This isn’t good.”

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