Page 10 of Obliterate

She pulls the door to her car open, her beautiful emerald-green eyes staring into mine. “Fine, but I’m going into this appointment on my own. You can stay in the waiting room.”

I smirk. “Yes, ma’am.” I gesture for her to enter her vehicle, and she huffs, sliding down into her seat. I chuckle, closing her door for her, then tap the car’s roof twice and make my way over to my ride.

Throwing my leg over, I swear I only just got off this thing after riding for days to get here, but my duty to this club started the second I rode through those gates. I have to put my sore ass and stiff neck to the side and ride behind Ingrid’s car to ensure she’s protected.

She pulls out, driving through the clubhouse gates, and I hammer down, knowing I’m going to be spending the afternoon alone with her. But I have to keep my shit together because she is clearly not interested, and I have a job to do.

After a short ride into the city, we pull up to a block of medical suites and park. I jump off my ride as fast as I can, then open Ingrid’s door for her.

She glances up at me with a genuine smile. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

I give her my hand to help her out of the car, and the second her hand slides into mine, it’s like a fire igniting in my soul. And if I’m not mistaken, I’m sure I see her breathing hitch as our eyes lock on each other, just staring briefly.

I swear I could get lost in those eyes forever.

She finally takes a breath and slowly pulls her hand from mine, clearing her throat. “Who knew you were a gentleman?” she quips.

I chuckle, placing my hand on her lower back and usher her toward the medical suite. “I am many things, Ingrid, but a gentleman isnotone of them,” I reply.

She lets out a small laugh as we walk up a couple of stairs, and I grab the door, holding it open for her to walk through. She raises her brow at me, tilting her head. “Coulda fooled me.”

Scowling, I tilt my thumb toward the suite. “Get inside, woman.”

The waiting room patrons glance up, their eyes falling on me wearing my club cut. The older ladies clutch their handbags a little tighter, which makes me smile. I hang back while Ingrid talks to the receptionist, checking herself in, and I can’t help but spot one of the women glowering at me like she thinks I’m about to rob the place. Her eyes shift from me to Ingrid, like she’s trying to work out the dynamic, and I chuckle to myself while waggling my brows at the old woman to stir her up. She scoffs as if she’s offended. I continue looking at her as she turns the other way, folding her arms over her chest in disgust.

I snort out a laugh as Ingrid steps back to my side, curiosity crossing her features. “What are you laughing about?” she whispers to me.

“Judgmental assholes, they’re everywhere,” I reply loudly so the bitch can hear.

Ingrid glances across the room to the old woman and sighs, seeing her turning up her nose at me. Ingrid snorts out a laugh, then reaches out, grabbing my hand in a shock move. “C’mon, baby, let’s go take a seat.”

Smirking, I link my fingers with hers, relishing the moment as I raise my chin to the old bitch, who looks like she is about to have a coronary. We take a seat, and I wrap my arm around Ingrid’s shoulders. She slides her hand onto my thigh to keep up the pretense, and I chuckle against her ear. “This must be killing you right now?”

She squeezes my thigh, digging her nails in. “Don’t get your hopes up. I’m doing this to defend that patch you’re wearing. Nothing more. I want that bitch to know Defiance is nothing to be afraid of.”

I slide my nose in along her neck, really playing this up. The woman smells like fucking heaven, and it’s hard to keep my dick under control at this moment. “You’re doing a great job for the cause.”

She chuckles under her breath. “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this, South.”

Raising my head, I smirk at her. “Don’t tell meyou’renot enjoying this, Ingrid.”

She side-eyes me, and I see the hint of excitement in her eyes. The fact we’re putting on a show for all the patients in here is doing something for her. “South… this… us, it’s not going to happ—”

“Ingrid Ladet?” a woman wearing scrubs calls out.

We both snap our heads around to see her looking down at us with a brow raised.

“That’s me,” she states, detaching from me quickly, standing and hurrying down the hall.

The girl in scrubs glances at me as I move my hands behind my head, a giant smirk appearing on my face and the eyes of the entire waiting room on me. She exhales, shaking her head, then turns and walks down the hall behind Ingrid.

I didn’t think asking Ingrid why she’s in a medical center was polite. If she wants to tell me, she will, but I somehow think that is a fat chance in Hell.

I let out a small laugh, moving to pull out my cell to keep myself occupied. Then I get lost in YouTube videos about Harleys.

It feels like it’s been a long time, so I glance at my watch—an hour and a half has passed. Furrowing my brows, I exhale when footsteps finally make their way down the hall, drawing my attention.

I glance up, spotting Ingrid’s red and blotchy face. My heart thumps hard, seeing that she’s been crying, and I stand so fucking fast I almost lose my footing as I shove my cell in my pocket and reach out, pulling her to me. “What the fuck is going on. Are you okay?”

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