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I shook my head. “Did they do stuff to me?”
He groaned, looking like he really didn’t want to say what was on his mind, and now I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it anyway.
“What you threw up… I think I caught a glimpse of part of a little blue pill.”
“I don’t do drugs. You know that. If I was dosed, it’s because some fucker did it to me.”
“Yeah, I know that. But I’m talking Viagra.”
“I don’t fucking need that either. Ask the club girls.”
He smirked, glancing at the IV he’d set up, tweaking something on it. The tubes going into my hand itched, but I did my best to leave them alone.
“So I had sex? Or… uh…”
“If someone gave you Viagra, they wanted you up… well, you know. That would suggest you were the one doing the fucking, if that helps at all.”
“This is insanity. What you’re talking about is completely fucking insane. If I left with some bird, like they said, I wouldn’t need pills to get hard so I could fuck her. I’ve never had a problem with that.”
My chest was itching, and I felt overheated. Itchy.Wrong.
I scratched at my skin through my t-shirt. Doc had eased my cut off, and it was on the seat beside the gurney. It’s not a bed,not really. It was a biker clubhouse infirmary, so it just had the bare essentials.
“Stop tearing at yourself like that,” Doc said suddenly, grabbing my arm, and stopping me from scratching at my chest.
He pushed my arms aside, and rolled the t-shirt up.
“Fucking hell.”
“What? What is it?” He was shaking his head in disgust.
“Some bitch clawed you up pretty good. I want to clean these up. She drew blood.”
What the fuck? Doc cut the t-shirt off, since the lazy bastard didn’t want to have to redo my IV. Jesus. There were massive claw marks down my chest. It looked like she’d done it over and over again. Now, I normally don’t mind nails on me when I’m fucking a woman, but the more we looked at this, the more it looked like something really fucked up had happened.
“I did a blood test. You know, to check for known chemicals.”
“Roofies, you mean?”
Doc closed his eyes briefly. “GHB. You must have been given a spiked drink. You don’t remember?”
“What do you think? Hey, what were you checking my neck for before?”
He blinked. “Needle marks. If the blood test had been clear, I’d have checked you all over.”
“So you’re telling me that someone slipped me a fucking date rape drug, and… and then what…raped me?Can men even be raped? I mean, apart from the obvious?”
I felt sick again. How the fuck had this happened? Who the hell had thought they could take advantage of a member of our club like this? Was it a rival club? Local mob? Someone we didn’t even know we’d ended up on the radar of?
Doc was fiddling with the IV again instead of answering me.
“Will you just look at me?” I snapped, because the cagey bastard was clearly holding back.
He sighed. “Ryder, I don’t know what to say. If you were a woman, I’d say that, without a doubt, you’d been raped. You’re a man, so, you know, like you say, you’d expect the obvious, and I’m sure you’d have told me if you felt wrong back there… that means that someone knowingly slipped you a drug to make you pliant, and then they slipped you another, to get your cock standing for them.”
“You can’t tell if I actually had sex, though…”
“Not really. I mean, I can take a look, if you want…”
