Winger (Book 4): Corrupted Saints MC Page 4

  “Hey Winger!!” I yell at the top of my lungs repeatedly. He looks like a freaking monster. I don’t think he even realizes that this girl was shot. He has blood all over him.

  He finally notices me on the floor. “Yeah, you wanna call 911, she is going to need blood and surgery immediately.”

  “No, we can’t take her to the hospital. It will raise too much suspicion,” Winger says. I can’t believe these guys, they are going to let her die.

  “Winger is right, we need to find another way,” Breaker cuts in. Great, him too.

  “So, you want her to die here!?” I yell.

  “Sam, calm down, we aren’t going to let her die,” Breaker says.

  “Breaker is right Sam, I can take care of this. We need to get her into sickbay,” Charlotte says. I look at her like she has lost her mind. This girl needs surgery and blood, where the fuck do they think they are going to get this?

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I say.

  “No, they have a fully stocked operating room back there. It’s stocked with blood and supplies.”

  “Alright then. Come on your fucking giants, let’s move this girl, or she’s going to die!” I yell at the guys. Winger and Tank both lift her and lead the way to their so-called sickbay.

  I follow behind them with Charlotte next to me. “Charlotte, you know this is crazy,” I say to her.

  “Welcome to my life. You gonna help me? Make it feel like old times.” Of course, I’m going to help her.

  “Who else is going to help you?”

  “We could call someone to come help, but I would rather it be you.”

  “I can do it. You know I can. I haven’t seen a patient in years, but I’ve kept up my skills.”

  We finally get to sickbay and Charlotte is right, it’s like an operating room. The guys set her on the table. Charlotte and I get to work. It feels good to be practicing again. We don’t know what her blood type is, but luckily they keep O negative the universal donor blood on hand.

  It’s been about 2 hours when we finally finish. Leah is stable and going to make it. Luckily, the bullet went through and it didn’t hit anything major. We think she passed out from the pain and shock. She is going to stay here for a while until we can manage to get her somewhere safe to get treatment.

  “I’m going to finish up in here Sam. Go ahead and head home. I’ve got this.”

  “Are you sure Charlotte?” I ask

  “Positive. I’m used to this, remember?”

  “Call me and we will switch shifts on watching her. I’m not that far away.”

  “Good idea. Breaker would rather I not be here all night,” she says.

  “Alright, I love ya girl.” I go over and give her a hug.

  “Love ya too. It was nice having you by my side again,” Charlotte says before I leave.

  “I won’t lie, it felt good.” It really did, I miss this part of what used to be my life.

  I make it out the doors and turn down the hallway and see all the leadership for the Corrupted Saints waiting outside. They are all piled up on some chairs surrounding Winger.

  “Why are you all here?” I ask confused.

  “Winger needs to be looked at,” Tank responds.

  “So why are all of you here and not just Winger?”

  “Because the fuck won’t stay and get what he needs unless we force him to.”

  I walk over to Winger. “What’s going on?” I ask. I see him holding his arm.

  “Nothing. Charlotte needs to take a look at it.”

  “Do you mind if I take a look?”

  “I need medical attention not interior design help.” Ouch.

  “Alright you shithead, I’m a medical professional, so are you going to let me see or not?” I’m angry.

  “How?”

  “How what?”

  “How are you a medical professional?” he asks.

  “I will tell you once you show me your arm. Then you can ask me anything you want. Deal?” I say.

  “Fine,” he says. I move to sit next to him but Tank is in the way. I clear my throat.

  “I need to sit there.” I point to his seat.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Tank says. They are all looking at me with their mouths dropped.

  “Thank you.” I sit down. “Now let’s see what we got,” I say.

  “It really is nothing, I’ve had worse,” he says as he moves his hand away from his arm. It looks like he was hit by a bullet.

  “Do you have any numbness or tingling in your arm or hand?” I ask.

  “A little in my hand.”

  “Can you grip my hands for me?” I place my hands in his. He can barely squeeze my hand on the side he was shot. The other side is strong. “Good.”

  “You see, I am fine. I just need a bandage and I’m good.” He moves to get up.

  “Sit.” He scowls at me. “You done looking at me like that?”

  “Sorry.”

  The other brothers start laughing and look at us. I’ll have to ask them about it later.

  “Look, you have a bullet still lodged in your arm and it needs to be taken out, otherwise you will have major damage to the function of your hand and arm.”

  “Take it out.”

  “I thought you wanted a medical professional,” I say smirking. He isn’t losing a lot of blood and there are no major arteries in the area of his arm that has the bullet. He still has the function of his hand, the bullet is most likely pressing on a nerve. Once I remove it, he will be fine. I run back to the room and grab a few supplies. Once I get back, I inject him with some numbing medication and grab a pair of forceps to remove the bullet.

  “Winger, I need you to stay as still as possible.”

  “Got it. So, are you going to tell me how you are a medical professional? Are you a doctor like Pres’s old lady?”

  “Charlotte and I went to the same graduate school. I became a physician assistant, and she became a doctor. Once she graduated, we worked in the same hospital, in the emergency room.” He is looking at me dead in the face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask. I continue to work. I almost have the bullet.

  “I’m surprised, and it takes a lot to surprise me.”

  “Well, I’m glad to help pop your surprise cherry.”

  He starts to laugh. He has a very sexy laugh, it almost seems unnaturally sexy. Stop thinking of this sexy beast sexually, Sam.

  “Hey, I need you to stay still.”

  “Sorry,” he says.

  “Sam, I’ve never heard him say sorry so much in all the time I have known this asshole.” It’s Tank. He has been standing behind me as I work on taking the bullet out.

  “Is that right?” I smile. I’m glad I can bring some manners to this hulk.

  “Yup,” Tank answers.

  “Hey you fucker, I’m in pain here and she’s digging in my arm. You want to give me a pass here on pleasantries and manners.” He leans back in pain. I can see him wincing.

  I touch my hand on his other arm. “Hey.” He looks at me. “You want me to give you something more for pain?”

  “No. I’m feeling more the more you move it.”

  “That’s actually a good sign. Let me know if it gets too much. I’m not here to hurt you.”

  “Okay. So why are you an interior designer and not a physician assistant?” Good, ask me more, I want him to get his mind off what I am doing.

  “I got bored with doing what was expected of me, so I went into interior design, and I think I’m pretty good at it and I love it.”

  “I’d say so. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind taking on another job.” He is leaning his head back and his eyes are closed.

  “Oh? Tell me more.” I almost got it.

  “My house. I’m barely home, it’s such a blank slate, and I want something to be done so I stay there more often.”

  “Are we talking one room or?” I got it. I got the bullet. I pull it out but don�
�t say anything. I drop it on a piece of gauze I have next to me. Tank looks at me about to say something. I move my finger up to mouth to silence him. I don’t want him to move while I stitch him up. I stich 4 deep sutures that should dissolve.

  “I was thinking the whole house. I have 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, kitchen and living room.” I put in another 10 to seal up the wound. I clean up the area and place a clean bandage.

  “Well, I’d need to take a look at the space.” He lifts his head and opens his eyes and looks at me.

  “I can arrange that.”

  “No funny business,” Breaker cuts in.

  “Didn’t plan on it, I’ve never been much of a comic,” I say.

  “Damn girl, you have a mouth on you, you need to watch it,” Winger says.

  “You’re all done. I don’t think you should scar too bad. You have nice skin.”

  “You’re done?” He looks confused and looks down at his arm.

  “Yeah, you’re all stitched up. Don’t get it wet for at least 72 hours. When you shower just wrap some plastic around it to make sure it stays dry. If you notice any redness or fever immediately let us know. Also, I’m going to give you a shot of penicillin, just to ward off any infection.”

  “It’s about time he gets one of those. It should take care of any shit he caught from a club whore,” Rock says. He has been quiet the whole time.

  “Ew. Take your pants down.”

  “Don’t you wanna go on a date first?” Winger asks.

  “Hey, no one is taking their pants down,” Breaker cuts in.

  “I need to inject his butt cheek with the penicillin. If you prefer, Charlotte can do it. I don’t mind not looking at his ass,” I say.

  “No! You’re doing it. Charlotte isn’t looking at anyone’s ass, especially my brother’s,” Breaker says.

  “Don’t get too excited now sweetie,” Winger says smirking.

  “I’m not playing here Winger. This is serious. You were shot and I don’t want you to develop an infection.”

  “Damn, fine.”

  “Will you just cooperate please?”

  “Fine.” He bends over with his butt cheek exposed. It’s hard as a rock. I won’t lie, he has a nice ass. I quickly inject the antibiotic.

  “Done. See, not so bad and you’re still a man.”

  All the brothers laugh as they get up and leave, except Tank and Winger.

  “You are something else Sam. I’ve never seen anyone get Winger to do what they want so easily.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “He means nothing. I’m out of here and I’m tired,” Winger says.

  “Thank you for all your help today. I know you are being thrown into our world pretty quickly,” Tank says.

  “It’s okay. I’m pretty flexible.”

  “I’d like to see that!” Winger shouts.

  “I thought he was gone,” I say back to Tank.

  “You’d be surprised what that fuck hears. It was nice to see you again. I’m gonna check on my old lady. I will see you later,” Tank says.

  “See you later Tank.” I sit down for a few minutes before I attempt to walk back to “sickbay.” I want to check on Charlotte and see when she wants me to come back.

  I push open the door to what I think is sickbay but oh boy was I wrong. This place is very disorienting.

  “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry. Wow, how did you? Oh my gosh sorry.” I leave the door. I can’t believe I just walked in on Rock naked. The nerdy biker has some abs.

  I try another door, this time I walk in on Winger’s room.

  “Damn.” I quickly cover my mouth. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I’m just trying to find Charlotte. You’re the second biker I’ve seen naked in the last 5 minutes.” Damn, he’s shirtless and has what looks like an 8 pack. I notice he has a huge tattoo in the middle of his abdomen. He is wet too like he just took a shower. I can’t help but lick my lips. “Why are you wet?” I blurt out.

  “I just showered. Who else have you seen naked?” He seems upset by the fact. Winger and I spent some time together the past few days. He has been working on the restaurant while I worked on the mockups. He is a cool guy. No doubt a huge horn dog, too.

  “Never mind that,” I say. I look at his arm and notice the bandage I just put on there is soaking wet. I move towards him and grab his arm to take a look. “Was I not clear about my instructions for your arm?” I ask.

  “What do you mean?”

  I point to his arm. “You were supposed to keep this dry, remember?” I ask.

  “Shit, I forgot.”

  “Come on, take me to sickbay, I need to change your bandage again and I keep getting lost for some reason.” I walk out of his room and wait. “Let’s go. I need to get back to Charlotte.”

  “Damn, you are a bossy b…”

  “Bossy what?”

  “Just saying you’re bossy. You’re lucky you’re the friend of an old lady otherwise I’d have you over my leg for a good spanking.” I lick my lips and take a large gulp. The thought is nice, I would love for him to spank me and use me.

  I really need to get it together. My vagina is gonna get me into trouble.

  “What, nothing to say? That mouth of yours has had something to say up until now,” Winger says as he grabs a shirt and leaves his room. “Come on, let’s go,” he says.

  “Lead the way.” He leads me down a long hallway that now seems familiar. “You know you really need to be resting. I gave you a large dose of antibiotics, you’re not going to feel so hot in a few here.”

  “I feel fine. Just a little pain but nothing I can’t handle.”

  We make it back to sickbay. I walk in halfway through the door and Winger is about to walk away. “Hey, you need to come in here with me.”

  “Nah, boss lady, I need to go out and get a few things.”

  “I need to change your dressing.”

  He looks down at his arm, it’s bleeding through the bandage. I’m pretty sure he tore through the stitches. “Shit,” he says.

  “Exactly, now will you please come here so I can take care of you?” I don’t mean to but I lick my lips. He is shirtless and god-like. All the guys in this club are god-like.

  “I’ll only come if you have dinner with me. I’m fucking hungry and hate eating alone.”

  Right at the moment, my stomach grumbles.

  “Fine. Can we get this going? I’d like to be able to sleep a little before I need to come back and take over for Charlotte.”

  We both walk into sickbay. I see Charlotte sitting next to Leah.

  “Hey Charlotte,” Winger says.

  “Hey Winger,” she says.

  I walk over to her. “Hey girly, how is everything going?”

  “She’s stable. What are you both doing back here?” she asks confused.

  “I came to see what time you wanted me to come back, and this pain in the ass tore a stitch and got his bandages all wet. I need to change them.”

  She smirks a little. “That would be Winger. He doesn’t like to listen to any orders.”

  “Hey, it was a simple mistake, I didn’t mean to.”

  “Mmhmmm.” She looks down at her watch. “How about in 2 hours? I need to get some sleep before my shift at work.”

  “You got it. I’m going to change his bandage and I’ll be back. You want me to bring you anything to eat?”

  “No, thanks. Breaker is going to bring me some food.”

  “Gotcha, if you need anything just text me or call me.”

  “Will do. I love having you back Sam.”

  “I love being around again.” I move to the cabinet and grab a suture kit and some bandages. “Come on you hulk, get on the table so I can see the damage you did.” I pat my hand on the table. I look at him stalk across the room. He still doesn’t have a shirt on. I can’t help but lick my lips again.

  “Do it again and you’re gonna be in trouble.”

  “Do what again?�
�� I ask confused.

  “Lick your lips.” He stares at me straight in the eye. He leans down and whispers into my ear. “I wasn’t kidding earlier. I’d love to have you over my knee with your ass in the air.”

  I can’t help but close my eyes, he smells so good. I open my eyes and look him straight in the eyes. I lean in and whisper, “I’d love for you to try.”

  He looks at me with wide eyes. I don’t think he was expecting me to say anything back.

  “Come, let’s get this going. I’m tired, hungry and want to get home to sleep.”

  He gets on the table and I look over his arm. He popped a stitch.

  “You popped a stitch. Luckily, it wasn’t one of the internal ones.” I grab some lidocaine and the suture kit. “This is going to sting a little, it’s just the numbing.”

  “Do what you have to,” he says.

  “I can feel you staring at me.”

  “What would you like to eat?” he clears his throat and asks.

  I continue working on his arm. I start the suturing. I place a few extra just in case. “If I wasn’t here what would you eat?”

  “I’d probably go down to the strip club and get a delicious greasy burger and fries. They make the best.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “It’s a strip club, though.”

  “Done.” I look at him. “And what’s wrong with a strip club?”

  “You don’t look like the type to go to a strip club,” he says back to me.

  “And what type is that exactly? I love watching lap dances, it’s sexy and the women are sexy too.”

  “Are you fucking with me?”

  “Not at all. Now can you please put your damn shirt on?”

  He has a very guttural laugh. “What? You don’t like the view?” I glare at him. “Fine, I will put it on. What about you?”

  “What about me?”

  “Boss lady, your shirt is covered in blood. I mean it may not be the finest establishment, but you walk in with that shirt they might start to suspect something,” Winger says.

  I look down at my shirt. “Shit.” He is right, my shirt is covered in Leah’s blood and Winger’s blood.