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“There’s no shame in needing help sometimes, and really, when you think about it, at this point I’ve seen, and handled, every part of you.”
He cursed and pulled away from my hand. Clearly that was the wrong thing to say at this point, but I really thought it’d remind him that he wasn’t shocking me with any part of him. It was supposed to ease his mind, but he’d taken it the wrong way.
“I just meant that-”
“Yeah, I get the point, woman. Can you just… can you help me back to the chair, and I’ll keep busy or something. I’m sure you’ve got shit to do, beyond helping the invalid.”
“Want to use my spare laptop?”
He lifted his head, finally meeting my eyes directly, and dipped his head a little in agreement.
“Actually, that would be really kind of you, thanks.”
I nodded, helping him lift an arm around me, so I could lead him back to the living room, and settle him into the recliner chair he’d been practically living in lately. I rested the blanket back over his legs, and fetched the laptop for him.
“It’s connected to the wifi? I should check on my emails and stuff. Probably shitloads of junk mail to weed through.” I nodded, plugging the laptop in, since I had to go out to the workshop for the rest of the day, and figured it’d save him having to try and move too much.
“I’ll bring you something to eat, and then I need to get some work done.”
Mike lifted his eyes from the screen, his eyebrows pinching together a little as he regarded me. It hadn’t needed passwords or anything, since it was just a spare I used for non business stuff, and didn’t store anything on.
“You never said what it is you do.”
For very good reason. I smiled at him, knowing I’d never tell him.
“That’s right. Let me go get everything you need first.”
I left the room before he could question me more.
Micro
Thewomanwasacomplete enigma, but I couldn’t deny that she deserved her privacy, could I? Sophie had rescued me after the van crash, and nursed me back to health, with just that shady guy I never met assisting her. I still had a recollection of him demanding something in return, but I had no idea what it was. What if it was something sexual? I wasn’t sure why that thought had my fists clenching over the laptop keyboard, because it really wasn’t my business, was it?
“This should keep you going. As before, use the phone there if you need me, and I’ll come back to help you. Please, Mike, don’t try getting up and moving around without me. You’re still healing, and you want to be fully fighting fit, right?”
Fighting. Fuck yeah, because at some point they’d track me down, and when they did, they’d kill me. Was there any point in caring about healing, when I knew my days were numbered?
“Mike?” At some point, I needed to correct her on my name, but in some ways, it added another layer of security, while I was still not quite back to full strength. Fractures were healing well, bones were knitting and getting stronger, and everything was close to being back in working order, in theory, but I’d lost so much strength and mobility while I was laid up, that I was having to build up again. Ah, who am I kidding? I could barely fucking walk, without this petite little woman helping me. What I wouldn’t give for a little of my former chemical assistance in rebuilding my strength. That shit always helped.
“Mike? Are you okay?”
“Uh, sorry, I was just trying to remember my password,” I lied, hating every untrue word, because she didn’t deserve dishonesty, but what if the truth did her harm?
“Okay, I’ll leave you to it. I put your painkillers there too, make sure you take some in half an hour.” I mock saluted at her, and she laughed as she left the room. There was something so light and carefree about her, which honestly just added to her natural beauty. What a pity she was so far out of my fucking league, not to mention clearly not remotely interested in me, because every touch was so clinical and emotionless, like she switched off the vital parts of her, when she went into ‘nurse mode’.
I waited until I heard the door close behind her, then counted to ten, in case she came back. Once I knew she was staying away, I logged into my servers remotely, and checked on them. Everything was still safely stored there, so by some miracle, Ice, and that Grease bastard, hadn’t found them yet, and there was more information downloaded, since the last time I’d accessed them.
I had camera feeds they hadn’t found, located within the clubhouse, and two cameras outside, that they seemed to have missed. A quick nose around the new information being stored showed me exactly what I expected to see, business as usual, only… every now and then I saw people who shouldn’t be there.Cops. Fuck me. As a person being hunted by both the club and cops, this was the last thing I wanted to see. Were they working together to track me down? Did they have something? Were they hours away from crashing through the doors here, and dragging me back for my retribution?Shit.
My heart started racing, and a cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck and shoulders. If they found me now, I’d have no chance of fighting them off. Fuck. Would Sophie get hurt in the crossfire? Would she be more collateral damage amid my fight with the Phoenix MC? I couldn’t let that happen, not to her.
I opened a messaging app, needing to work as untraceably as possible, and reached out to the only number I thought was worth a risk.
Me:Does your confidentiality clause apply to non-patients?
Was it cryptic enough? Was it ridiculously obvious? Was I risking my fucking life right now?
She took a while to respond, just long enough that I imagined her handing the phone to Ice, and him having one of his hissy fits, before he started using his kit to try and trace the message. I wasn’t worried about him finding me that way, because I was good at hiding my tracks, otherwise they’d have caught me long ago.
