Tattooed By The Dangerous Biker King

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went for the priciest things on the menu. I ho

Financial analyst. Ivy League graduate. The eighteenth bli

his silver fork to trace the menu li

u shut. He finally looked at me, his chin tilted in perpetual judgment. "At my c

s my life now. Sitting across from arrogant men who thought a fat p

t was probably meant to be charming but landed closer

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king orders. And the pay? Practically minimum wage, right? Honestly, a pretty girl like you should ju

outh to tell him exactly where he could sho

right now, it was the only thing keeping

he screen. My

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me. His voice, usually dripping with academic conde

ck, Dr. Reynolds

crackled with background shouting. "Get here in

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dial tone buzzin

I said, already

"You're joking. What kind of emergency could

bill from my wallet and dropped it on his pristine white ta

ushing red. I turned on my heel and pra

y the lingering disgust of the date. I flagged down a cab dropping someone off at

ree Clinic," I ga

lt, the rain had slowed to a mist, bu

out and st

been turned i

black SUVs and a line of motorcycles idled across the driveway, their headlights cutting throug

st checkpoint, holding up my clinic ID badge with a tre

y badge, checked a clipboard, and stepped aside. "Go straig

phony of the clinic was gone, replaced by a suffocating, terrified silence. Doctors

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e had aged a decade since morning. His white coat was

You will monitor the patient's vitals. You will not speak to him. You will not touch any personal effects in the room. If his he

s,

G

way. The air smelled different here, sha

n. A group of people emerged, moving like a single, lethal orga

e just backg

d, was a man who looked like he had

ut. The President patch on his chest demanded absolute submission. His face w

ssed, the man t

-blue, swept the corridor. And for a fract

stepping ont

n my spine, freezing my blood. Those eyes didn't just look at me; they stripped me

spect murmured, hand

aking the tablet without missing a stride. He began firing off

ly weak. I hadn't realized I was holding

pulling me into a supply alcove. Kierra's face wa

my throat like san

MC. My cousin at the mother chapter says he's the guy they call when the world is ending." She

spel the lingering, phantom heat from that

olds's specia

eful. That patient... this whole thing is club business. The county sheriff tr

monitors," I said, though

doors of the clinic's back wing. They hissed shut behi

eir faces blank masks. They checked my

teady beep-beep of the heart

swollen canvas of bruises, thick bandages wrapping hi

Prospect. Serpents

on the rhythmic spike of the heart m

tors. But standing in the freezing room, looki

deadly storm. And the man with ice