Page 90 of Under Fire

“Fuck.” Warren grimaced, clutching at the bedrails for dear life.

He couldn’t breathe.

Chapter Thirty

Alisa

“It’s okay,” Alisa assured the broken man lying before her. “It’s okay.”

Her rapt concern for Warren’s well-being helped push aside the deep hurt he’d caused her just hours before. A million questions flooded her mind, but none as important as—what the hell was happening to him now? Alisa’s ran her gloved hand over Warren’s ribs. To her lightest touch, he winced, shrinking away from her.

“Fight me, and I’ll inject you with something that’ll make your dick fall off.”

“Sounds kinky,” he said. In a mix of fear and amusement, he angled himself to give her access.

“Shut up and let me do my job.”

She yanked his shirt all the way up, running her gloved hands up his back. It was the first time he’d ever let her do that—touch his scar.

“Warren, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“A lot.”

His grimacing didn’t stop and worsened as she pressed on certain parts.

“We’re supposed to ask if you have a latex allergy before we touch you,” she said, kneading an area. “But I already know you must have one.”

He shuddered and turned his head to her. “How?”

“Because you never wore a fucking condom.”

She pushed his shoulder to give her a better angle at his back.God, this scar is deep.

“I get the impression you want to hurt me,” he said. He clenched his teeth.

“Do no harm. Unfortunately, I took an oath.”

Cool, angry, all she could think about were his boss’s words—and that something had happened to him—something bad enough that he kept that demon close to his heart to that day, something that he’d refused to fucking tell her because she was worthless to him.

“Who’s the kid?” she quizzed, trying to change the subject.

“She’s the daughter of a guy from work.”

“And are youwiththe mother?”

“With?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Warren opened his mouth to reply, but the door swung open

Dr. Zucker came in, gesturing to Alisa. “I’m assessing the child. I’ll get you help for this.”

“No, I’ve got it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll handle him.”

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