Firebrand Motorcycle Club: Complete Series Box Set Read Online Free Page B

Firebrand Motorcycle Club: Complete Series Box Set
Pages:
Go to
but I couldn't put my finger on it. “I'm sorry, but I don't date patients.” That was a bullshit excuse if I've ever heard one.
     
    I grabbed her hand before she could leave. That same electric shock zapped me. The hairs on my arms stood on end. “I won't be your patient for long. Come on...one drink, what's the harm?”
     
    The doctor hesitated. “I can't.” She left quickly and I was all alone with my thoughts.
     
    I was in and out of sleep. Nightmares of getting stabbed kept me awake at night. The memory of blood pooling around my body was constantly hounding me. I almost died. But I survived, like I always did. It would take a lot more than a broken bottle to take out Iron King.

Chapter Six
     
Rebecca

What was happening to me? I almost said yes to a date with an criminal. The man came into the ER with stab wounds for god's sakes. He was not the right guy for me. My prince would come one day and sweep me off my feet. Or at least that's what the movies told me. I doubted I would ever meet him. I made my choice a long time ago—I'd rather be a doctor than someone's wife.
     
    Nurse Fiona found me in George's room while I checked on his hip. “Dr. Holmes, I can't seem to find anymore Codeine.”
     
    “There's no more in the drug cabinet?
     
    “I checked. We're all out,” the nurse replied.
     
    I sighed and shrugged. “I'll go get more then.”
     
    “Thank you, Doctor.”
     
    “I'll check in on you again, George,” I said, winking at him.
     
    He smacked his lips.“I'll be waiting patiently for your return, Angel.”
     
    I laughed and left the room. I actually liked when old men hit on me. It was just harmless flirting. Not like it was with Iron. I could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me—badly. Did I have that same desire?
     
    I went down the elevator and to the locked pharmacy. Only doctors had a key ever since a patient stole a ton of painkillers and OD'd in the hospital. The resulting lawsuit made the board change the way drugs were stored and now nurses bugged me every time we ran out of something.
     
    I pulled out my keychain with a million keys on it. The one for the pharmacy had a little purple sticker on it to identify it from the others. I opened the locked cage and entered the dark room. My hand felt around for the light switch and flipped it. Rows of shelves were lined up containing every drug known to man. I went to the aisle of painkillers that were locked again in another steel cage. For some reason the bright minds upstairs thought it would be genius to have them behind bars twice with the same key. If somebody could get through the first lock, they could easily get through the second. I opened it and grabbed a few bottles of Codeine.
     
    “Nice night for drugs,” a dark voice announced from behind me. My heart spiked and I dropped all the bottles of Codeine to the floor. I turned my head to find Dr. Green looming.
     
    “You scared the crap out of me,” I yelled at him.
     
    The doctor grinned. “I didn't mean to.” He bent down and began collecting the fallen drugs.
     
    How could I escape this encounter unscathed? “What are you doing in here?” I asked, waiting nervously for him to hand over the bottles to me. My heart was pounding in my throat.
     
    Dr. Green stood up and shuffled the bottles around in his hands. “Same thing you are Rebecca—needed to get some drugs.”
     
    I snatched the Codeine from his hands. “Well next time please don't sneak up on me.”
     
    Green put his arms up to both sides of my head, keeping me in place. His bad cologne made me nauseous. His eyes blankly stared into mine. “We'd be really good together, Rebecca.”
     
    “I already told you that I wasn't interested. Now let me go.” I tried to escape past his arms but he knocked me back against the shelf. My pulse was pounding in my ears now. How was I going to get out of this?
     
    “I love it when you play hard to get. Your not like most women, Rebecca. Most women would

Readers choose