Page 65 of Devil Inside: Green

At least there’s that.

To my great surprise, they discharge me the next day. Because of my head and spinal injuries, along with the ankle, they have me in a wheelchair for a little while. Then the doctors want me working with a physical therapist for a little bit to make sure I don’t accidentally reinjure anything while I’m getting used to walking again.

Things get interesting trying to maneuver my apartment in a wheelchair. Darry bought me a shower chair, but the management said no to installing bars. I’m supposed to call for him to help me out of the shower. It’s all a bit of a pain, but I’m glad to roll into my kitchen without an IV pole or not get woken up a thousand times a night for a vitals check.

After a week of being home, Green has to take Misty to the airport. I’m sad to see her go. Jack has tried to come to see me a few different times. Green’s been wonderful keeping him away from me and Misty.

“Hey, Jack, what can I do for you?” he asked the last time Jack came calling.

“Just here to check in on Danni.”

“She’s doing fine. In the shower right now.”

“I can wait,” Jack replied, but Green shut that down. I heard it all from the bedroom.

“She just got in and since she got out of the hospital, Danni likes to take long showers.”

I hear Jack sigh and then say, “Well, just let her know I stopped by.”

The FBI can’t arrest him soon enough. It’s been getting harder to pretend for all of us.

Now Carter, that man is justwow. I already knew he matched Jack’s description in some ways, but his face is model gorgeous, he has these eyes that bore into your soul and a smile that promises all sorts of wonderfully naughty things. If I weren’t head over heels in love with my biker, I’d consider going ex-Raider computer genius hardcore. He’s so nice, too. I hope he finds himself a good woman. He seems to want that connection and he deserves it.

We have another week or so of Carter prettying up the state of Kentucky. I know why he’s staying. Carter is worried about me with Jack still on the loose. Having all these strapping, honorable men around me doesn’t suck. Knowing they’re watching out for Misty really doesn’t suck. Vlad put his nephew Waite on Misty duty whenever she leaves the apartment. Vlad’s a smart man. It looks like my little sister is hanging out with a hot guy who’s close to her age, not that she has a guard, because why would she need a guard?

Once she’s home, Vlad’s arranged for some of the Outlaws, Horde friends, to keep an eye out. Green contacted Carlos and he’s down with that plan. The club is burning through a lot of favors on our behalf. They claim they don’t mind because I’m an old lady now and Jack’s a fucking serial killer, but sometimes I wonder if Vlad and Green are being completely truthful with me. What will they do when Jack no longer a factors?

My sister has everything packed and she’s waiting on Green to Grab his keys. I hope with Misty leaving I can convince my biker to take me on any or every surface in the apartment. It’s been torture to be home because I’ve been horny as hell and Green won’t touch me more than holding me at night while wesleep. I’m ready for him to terrorize my vajajay with his evil plundering ways, and he’s been so resolute. But I fear that might be an argument that I don’t necessarily want my sixteen-year-old sister privy to.

Last night, I got tired of waiting and reached over to start stroking him. He liked it, moving his hips in time with my fist—until he abruptly stopped us. “Not until the doctors give the go-ahead.” I simultaneously wanted to throat-punch the jerkface and pull all my hair out. In the end, I did neither.

But I need to stop thinking about that with my sister in front of me. She bends down to hug me. “Love you, sissy.”

“Love you, too,” I say back and sigh. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with?”

“No,” Green replies a bit more forcefully than I think he meant to given he softens his tone to say, “I won’t risk you injuring yourself again.” Our apartment is on the second floor with only stair access. Any wheelchair-accessible apartments are downstairs. Green asked about moving us to one of those units, but there haven’t been any available. Then he tried to strongarm one of our downstairs neighbors and that didn’t go well. Vlad had to metaphorically slap some sense into the man. He’d have slapped him for real if the talking didn’t work. Considering Green hasn’t let me leave once in the week I’ve been home, claiming I still need to “rest,” it hasn’t been too much of an inconvenience.

So his point is sort of valid, if not wholly annoying.

“Dusty’s coming to check you over while I’m gone, anyway.”

“So you got me a babysitter.”

“No. The babysitter will be outside the apartment keeping watch. I don’t know what all she has to check and I don’t want any of the brothers seeing your body.”

“You know they don’t care about my body, right?”

“Carter cares. Several of the single brothers care. And the ones that have women still have eyes. They might not want to install you in their beds full-time, but I don’t know one brother able to completely ignore a body like yours.”

It’s not worth arguing about right now. Dusty shows up right as they have to leave to get my sister to the airport on time.

As far as Jack knows, I don’t remember a thing. Since he’s tried to drop by to see me a few times, I am glad for them to post a man outside. Jack doesn’t show often, but enough to let me know he’s watching.

It’s funny how the feds still worry that he might try to skip town. Jack’snotskipping town. There’s too much at stake. What if I got my memory back while he was gone? No, he’s not leaving without finishing his job. I just have to hope that the FBI will get their shit together before he strikes.

“Hey, Girl,” Dusty greets me, bending down to give me a hug.

“Who do they have guarding us today?” I ask.

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