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or to keep from collapsing. The pain

surance," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I'll call t

r cheap insurance won't cover the custom carbon-fiber bumpe

avy rear door of the Maybach and stood beside it, his pos

to honk. The intersecti

n at the massive driver, and finally at B

h. Every step sent a jolt of fire up her thigh. She pra

e door shut, sea

oise. The air smelled of Bryon-that intoxicating, dangerous mix of c

tapped the glass partition. "

on't need a hospital. It's just a bruise.

eed documented proof of your injuries. I will not have you suing me for medi

re you insane? I hit you! An

s eyes dropped to her flushed cheeks. "I don't trust you, Mi

ng rapidly. She tried to shift her body away fro

cle in her knee. She let out a shar

vanished. His

wide seat. His large, warm hand clam

d violently. "

. He effortlessly lifted her leg and placed it across

dered, his voice sud

mical ice pack. He cracked it, shaking it until it turned freezing cold,

hock, but it instantly

on holding the ice pack in place. The contrast between his ruthless words and this stran

the VIP underground en

s already waiting by the e

good leg out. "I can walk," she muttered

her right leg and

, a strong arm wrapped around her waist

n," he m

down, scooped her up into his arms, an

rning hot. She instinctively wrapped her

his tone flat. He carried her past the stunned medical staff, ign

d into a massive, luxurious examination room.

list rushed in, followed by two nur

yon commanded, stepping ba

enda's skirt, revealing a massive, ugly p

his fingers around the joi

the corners of her eyes. She gripped the edge of th

s hands slowly curled into

napped. His voice echoed like thunder in the quiet r

sweat rolling down his forehe

ctor confirmed there were no broken

ng cotton swab and a bottle of dark iodi

at the long sw

He took the swab direct

ow," Bryon said, not loo

hey practically ran out of the room,