Tattooed By The Dangerous Biker King

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gauze on my neck. The cut t

d off my skin, changing out of my ruined scrubs, and shoving my clinic ID b

e a wreck. My eyes wer

of a sleek, modern building

smell of roasted beans and pastry filled the air. It was a st

the window, surrounded by three other men in identical suits.

ragging. I felt like I w

pull out a chair. He just gestured to the empty seat across from him with his coffee cup.

eyeing me with a mix of

seat uncomfortable. I looked at Warr

an eyebrow. "Don't you ha

tasting like ash in my mouth.

"You know, Haley, I had to pay the bill. The whole bill.

y," I said,

rest. And the tip." He shook his head. "It's fine. I should have known better than to

she can take your blood pressure, W

rned back to me. "So, what's the excuse today? Or ar

ked. "

g since you sat down. It's rude. I'm trying to have a conversation

n the cafe was too loud, the lights too brigh

another time," I said,

cups rattled. "We do this now. You wanted a second chance, y

y thought his little coffee date was more i

I said, the words slipping o

paused.

o kill my patient. He held a scalpel to my t

exchanged uncomfortable glances. Warre

he la

king his head. "That's a new one. I've heard some crazy excuses to get out o

y hands clenching into fists un

ayor. Look, if you didn't want to see me, you could have ju

peeled back the edge of the gauze on my neck, revealing the

t could be from anything. You probably caught yourself with a necklace or scratched it while fixing your

y entire life. I had just shown him a wound from a

as

u're right, Warren. You're not an idiot. You're just a narci

turned red.

ologized because I was trying to keep the peace. But I am done. I am done pre

Warren grabbed my arm, his

ere," he snarled. "Not

ing to pull my arm free. Hi

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It cut through the noise of

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ace was pale, his jaw set in a hard line, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead despite the cafe's air conditioning. His right arm was in a heavy black sling, he

n to Warren's hand locked around my arm. A red

arren. The look in

said, his voice quiet and deadly

m, stepping back. "W

e me, close enough to block Warren from reach

"This is a private conv

e was a full head taller, and he used every inch of that h

d fury in his eyes, and seemed to decide that his pride wasn't wort

it anyway." He turned to his f

o escape the tension. Warren shot me one last,

ing. I looked up at Knight, c

ou doing he

the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet. He plac

coffee,

he door, pausing to loo

d for only

m out into the col