Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 73824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Yum,” he said, eyeing the man candy.
And that’s what they were, too. Man candy. So sexy, each and every one of them.
Even Bennett with his scratched face was sexy.
“You’ll never take me alive!” Mrs. Bonillo screamed. “I want my lawyer!”
The loud screech was heard over the loud grunts of exertion, and the sound of bodies piling onto bodies.
“What the fuck is she on, PCP?” Paxton asked curiously.
I looked into the chart I was holding and grimaced. “Try heroin.”
Fuck. I’d been so busy looking at the woman’s past medical history that I hadn’t bothered to look at her current blood tests.
“Cuff the bitch!” A loud male demand sounded from near the bottom of the pile.
The woman literally had seven men on top of her and she was still fighting!
Melissa came to a stop beside me and enjoyed the show for a few long moments before she held out a clear glass vial and a syringe.
“Here ya go,” she said distractedly a while later.
She offered up the things in her hands, but kept her eyes on the scene.
I took it from her hands, double checked the date and drug, withdrew the medication, and then started to walk back into the room.
“Alright, boys,” I said authoritatively. “Someone bare me some ass.”
The one on top’s shirt had come loose, baring a very muscled back covered in tattoos. Yet that wasn’t the type of ass I was looking for.
“You can have my ass anytime,” a strained voice sounded from the bottom of the pile again.
I laughed. “Yeah, I’ll take you up on that offer…later.”
Then I skirted around the dog pile, squatted down until my knees were straddling a face of some man with a black hat, and started pushing bodies to the side until I got to the woman’s body.
Lucky for me, the first thing I came to was the thigh, which worked well enough for me.
“Bottoms up,” I declared, then stabbed the needle home.
Then she started to buck, making the men under me buck as well.
With quick thinking and ingrained muscle memory, I flicked the safety cap onto the needle and tossed it into the corner of the room just in time.
The head that was very nearly between my legs became officially acquainted with my lady parts, and I went flying on top of the pile.
I laughed the whole way as I landed, rolling until I was on my ass near the doorway.
Paxton was laughing when he helped me to my feet.
“Jesus, you find the weirdest things entertaining,” Paxton rolled his eyes.
I winked at him and watched the last struggles flitter out of the woman as the Narcan I’d just injected her with started to work.
Then all her struggling just…quit.
She was so still, in fact, that the men on top of her didn’t trust it.
I did, however.
“You can get up now,” I yelled loudly. “She’s done.”
“How do you know?” One of them asked cautiously.
“Because I shot her up with some Narcan. She’s sober as a motherfu…uh, nun,” I amended.
Cautiously, they stood, one by one, until they were all looking down at the woman on the floor.
“Why is it always the ones that are the strongest that fight the most? Jesus, every fuckin’ time!” What looked to be the oldest of the group growled, tugging his shirt down and tucking it back into his pants.
“Because they’re inconsiderate assholes, boss. Always out to get you,” a red head quipped as he, too, fixed his shirt.
Bennett, though, was the one to hold my eyes as he stood, looking at me like I was a crazy loon.
“You do realize that you’re about a buck ten and a fourth of this woman’s size, right?” Bennett clarified, gesturing to the prone woman with a finger.
I looked behind me, checking to see if he might be speaking to the person at my back, yet I saw nobody there.
“Are you yelling at me?” I asked innocently.
He narrowed his eyes. “Yes, Mizz Jane, I sure am. That was incredibly idiotic.”
I blinked, surprised that he’d actually said yes.
The nerve!
I was a grown ass woman! If I wanted to wade in with the men, I sure as hell could! I could do anything a man could do…within reason.
“Yeah, whatever,” I said, twirling on my feet out of the room. “She’s all yours, Paxton. Mr. Alvarez, let’s get you sewn up so we can get you home.”
I didn’t wait for him to follow me, instead going to the nursing station and charting the shot I’d just given the dumb woman that was probably going to be extremely sore in the morning.
“I think you made the big man worried,” Melissa laughed lightly as she passed me.
“Yeah, I get that. I’m not his responsibility, though. That’s my job,” I sighed.
Been there, done that. I was over having a controlling boyfriend.
And one Bennett Alvarez resembled my ex in the worrying department.
No thank you.
I didn’t care how hot he was!
Chapter 2
Sometimes success is just getting the clothes from the washer to the dryer without having to rewash them.
-Fact of life
Bennett
“If you throw food one more time, Reagan Rose Alvarez, I will beat your ass. And I’ll do it in front of the entire freakin’ restaurant,” I growled softly to my daughter.
The food that was in her hand and ready to launch, did.
But at the snap in my voice, she jerked around to look at me, causing the food not to go at her cousin, but over her cousin’s right shoulder and straight to the booth beyond.
I froze as an angry, “What the fuck!” sounded over my shoulder, and I closed my eyes in dismay.
What the fuck, was right.
I stood up, brought my body around, and looked over my shoulder, all the while apologizing profusely.
“I’m so, so, so sorry,” I apologized profusely, standing so I could get a better look at the people that were now most likely not very happy to be wearing my daughter’s leftovers.
Except when I turned around and got my first good look at the man that was behind me, I blinked in surprise.
Because it wasn’t a man. It was a woman.