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Lola
I shift my body as my muscles scream in pain as I slowly return to consciousness. My face throbs, and as I bring my hand up to touch it, something stops me. I pry my eyes open and look down at my right arm to see an IV stick in my hand.
“Oh, like hell!” I snap reaching for it. I jerk it free, not caring about the pain that races through me as the needle pulls from my skin. Shoving myself up, I notice that I’m not in a hospital. Raising my eyebrows, I glance around the room, taking in dark red walls with a half-naked devil girl painted on the far side. The room is fairly clean aside from some clothing on the floor in a pile and a few beer bottles sitting around. Where the hell am I? When I move to pull the blanket off myself, I see the comforter is the same dark color with the devil chick on it.
“Oh, God. I’m in hell,” I say out loud. A low chuckle comes from the corner of the room, my eyes jerking in that direction.
“Pit of Hell.”
“What?”
“The clubhouse, it’s called the Pit of Hell,” the guy says shoving out of his chair.
“And who are you? The gatekeeper?” I ask in a pissy tone. I don’t know who the hell he is or where I am, but I have no desire to find out.
“Nah. I’m just Rebel. Prez will be back soon. I was told to watch you until then.” He crosses his arms over his chest, his stance firm. Fuck him! I don’t have to stay here. I’m a grown woman. I shove off the bed but as soon as I stand the room spins and I’m falling on my ass on the floor. Rebel doesn’t move to help, just stands there and watches in amusement.
“Should have left that fucker in your hand and stayed in bed. Had pain meds ready to run when you woke up,” he says, nodding toward the IV stand.
“Who the hell are you? I don’t know what kind of shit you were pumping me full of!” I scream as I try to pull myself to my feet.
Rebel lets out a huff and stomps toward me, dragging me off the floor and dropping me not so nicely back onto the bed. He moves to the other side messing with IV wires before grabbing a pair of gloves from the box next to the bed.
“Took me three tries to get that vein. You know you’re dehydrated? Fuckin’ women and their diet fads. Don’t drink this, don’t eat that. You’re a little undernourished too, just so you know,” he grumbles as he slides his large hands into the gloves and turns toward me. He motions to my hand, and when I don’t move, he leans over the bed.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Frankly, I’m a kinky bastard so the hard way would be perfect for me. Gimme your damn hand,” he hisses.
“What are you trying to do to me?” I ask keeping my hands tucked in my lap.
“I’m tryin’ to give you some fluids and some medicine but you’re bein’ a bitch about my handiwork!” Just as I’m about to reply, the door opens and a huge dog walks in followed by a huge man.
“I’m tired as fuck. I need a shower and whatever you two are fightin’ over needs to stop. Give the man your goddamn hand before I really get pissed,” the man snaps, holding the leash tightly in his hand. For whatever stupid reason I don’t think pushing my luck with him is the best idea. I shove my hand toward Rebel and watch the dog with wide eyes.
“He only bites if I command him to,” the man says. I don’t take my eyes off that dog though. He’s massive. I feel the prick in my hand and turn my head back to Rebel as he hooks the IV back up.
“Pull this one out and I’ll fuck you up,” he warns before hanging another bag from the stand.
“Need anything else, Prez?” he askslooking toward the man.
“No. Get some rest and thanks for watchin’ her.”
Rebel nods his head at him and throws me a smile and a wink before walking from the room closing the door behind him.
“I’m takin’ a shower. Don’t do anything stupid.” I watch as he unhooks the leash from the dog and lays it on the dresser.
“Down, Diablo.” The dog drops to the floor, resting his head on his paws as the man walks into the bathroom, closing the door.
This is just great. What the hell did Ryan do to me? I glance at the IV in my hand then back to the dog. He doesn’t seem to be going anywhere so I lay back down as the dizziness becomes too much. I close my eyes, wishing I could just fall asleep and hide from all this when I feel a big wet nose on my arm. I open my eyes to see the big black Pitbull resting his head on the edge of the bed. I don’t know if I should scream and run or pet the beast. He stares at me with dark eyes that could be evil if they wanted to be.
“Hey, buddy.” I slowly move my hand toward his head hoping like hell he doesn’t try to bite my arm off. I inch closer until my hand rests on his head. Just as I’m about to pet him, he jolts and leaps onto the bed with me. A slight scream rips from my throat but when he settles, he lays down next to me, cuddling up to me. I reach over and scratch his head.
“You aren’t so bad, are you?” I ask him like he can reply. He can’t obviously but I think he can understand me. I scratch behind his ears and little soft grunts escape me as his eyes slowly close, making me giggle. We lay like this for a little while until I hear the shower turn off. The bathroom door opens but I don’t bother to look over and see the dick that came out. I choose to focus on Diablo instead.
“What the fuck?” the man growls. He walks around the bed and stares down at me and his dog.
“What are you doin’?” he asks.
“Laying here like I was told, Boss,” I say sarcastically.
“Not you! Him! Diablo!” The dog slowly drags his head around to look at his owner but makes no attempt to move.
“You broke my fuckin’ dog. In less than ten fuckin’ minutes, you broke him,” he snaps, his eyes coming to meet mine.
“I didn’t do anything! He came over here. What the hell was I supposed to do? Tell him no?”
“Yeah, tell him no!”
“He’s at least a hundred pounds and has huge teeth. I’m not telling him no.”
“He’s a hundred thirty pounds, and yeah you should,” he snaps again. His eyes move over Diablo, his hands landing on his hips as he shakes his head. He reaches forward and grabs the dogs collar, giving it a hard yank.
“Down!” The dog jumps off the bed and walks around to my side, lying on the floor. The next thing I know the man is climbing in the bed where the dog was.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, nearly scramblingoff the bed in a panic.
“Goin’ to sleep. I’m dead tired, sweetheart. I’m Blade by the way.”
I’m Blade by the way? What the hell?
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know we were introducing ourselves. I’m Lola, I’m twenty-two and a Capricorn.”
“That explains the attitude. Go to sleep, Lola the Capricorn.”
“I don’t know you! I’m not sleeping with you,” I snap at him. He sighs and rolls his head to look at me.
“I’m the President of this chapter of Soulless Bastards MC. Someone dumped your ass on one of my jobs. Now you are here, receivin’ medical care and goin’ to fuckin’ sleep because I have to be up early as fuck tomorrow. Can you fuckin’ do that, please?” His roar rips through the room and even the dog stands to see what the problem is. I scoot to the far edge of the bed as whatever medicine Rebel put into the IV begins to work. My eyes become fuzzy and my limbs heavy. I let my hand dangle slightly off the bed and the dog nudges it with his nose.
“Sleep, Lola. No one will hurt you here,” Blade says softly or at least it sounds softer than it was. I close my eyes and slowly drift to sleep.
