Shattered & Scarred: The Sacred Hearts MC Read Free

to turn the knob. Chuckie had peeled off when Dray had come up. He was smart. The music was a dull and distant throb back here and it was quiet enough that I could hear Ashton’s teeth clacking together along with her ragged too fast intake of breath.
    “How you doin’ Baby?” I asked, I set her down on the bed and pulled my jacket and cut off her face and around her shoulders. She blinked up at me under the harsh overhead light and I sucked in a breath. Her eyes weren’t dark, they had just been fully dilated out on the road… I had never met a woman, or man for that matter, with eyes like hers.
    They were gold… light gold, like twin suns set in her delicate heart shaped face. Her long auburn hair, windblown and tangled as it was, with its reddish highlights in it made the gold of her eyes that much more intensive. I swallowed, lost in them for more than a minute.
    “Where’s my patient?” Doc asked from the door and the spell she had me under snapped with a damn near audible pop. I stood aside and let him into the room. Ashton crab walked backwards up the bed and away from Doc until her back pressed flat against the headboard.
    “Easy Darlin’” he put his bag down by the bed.
    “Ashton this is Doc, he’s here to help.” I soothed.
    “Nobody can help me…” she moaned, “He’s going to kill me…” to which my first thought was, the fuck he is.
    Several minutes later she was out and Doc was looking her over.
    “She’s hypothermic, her feet are pretty wrecked… how long was she out there?” Doc had had to administer a tranquilizer, which hadn’t been easy, and now Ashton lay small and frail in my bed. I stood, arms crossed and watched him assess. Holding her down while he had jammed a needle in her arm, all the while her howling like that wounded fox had scraped my damn nerves raw.
    “No way to tell.” I said tersely.
    “Well it was more than a minute. I’m getting her out of this party dress, you strip down she needs heat and you picked her up so you’re it Trig.” I scowled at him.
    “The fuck you talking about Doc?”
    “She needs to get warm. Stop worrying so god damned much about your womanly virtue and get undressed!” he commanded. I gave him a look that should have been able to strip flesh from bone and pulled my shirts over my head.
    He expertly stripped Ashton out of her skimpy black party dress and grunted. Her delicate yet curvy body was discolored in more places than not by deep ugly bruising… Scars ran horizontal across her ass and high up on the backs of her thighs where she’d endured past whippings from a switch or a belt. My blood began to boil the more discoloration and scarring my eyes picked out on her small body.
    “Can’t find anything broken that I can see… fucker knows how to make it hurt. Lot of liver and kidney shots. Belly is soft, don’t think she’s bleeding inside… Get in the bed with her.” Doc looked up and looked about as pissed as I felt.
    No women.
    No children.
    Fuck.
    I did as the old man ordered and got into the bed behind her, pulling her into the cradle of my much larger frame. Her skin was beyond cool and just plain frigid against my own.
    “Right. I’m gonna take care of these feet then I’ll leave you to it. I need to get my drink on after this shit.” Doc set to work cleaning, disinfecting and bandaging her feet while I held her. Her shudders eventually diminishing to shivers and her shivers finally gave up after a small gasp of relief.
    “She’s going to sleep ‘til morning. Best get some res t yerself.” Doc got up and pulled the blankets over us.
    “Thanks Doc.” I murmured.
    “Glad you found her when you did.” He shouldered his bag and went for the door.
    “No women.” He grunted.
    “Yeah, no women…” I echoed.
    He flipped out the overhead light and shut the door firmly behind him and I was left in the dark with a nearly naked girl I didn’t know a damned thing about clutched to my chest.
    What the hell was I