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Wrathfulness was consuming me as I followed Agony out to the waiting area. A red haze coated my vision. My head pounded. I wanted to kill. How dare that fucker show his face here? How did he find her? Could I kill him without anyone knowing? I’d use my bare hands. More satisfaction that way.

These thoughts all raced through my mind.

I’d been upset and outraged for others we’d helped over the years.

I detested what so many people seemed to be able to do to those who didn’t deserve it.

When it came to the world’s monsters, I enjoyed their demises.

Justice had been served, and I was proud of my part in bringing it about.

This Deon exceeded my wrath with all of them combined.

Agony pulled me to the side before we reached the waiting area door. He lowered his voice.

I fought to restrain my anger. It took three tries before I thought I had it controlled. The red haze had faded.

“I’m good. I can do this. But the lesson needs to be soon, Pres. I don’t know how long I can hold back,” I warned him.

Agony gave me a searching look. Whatever he saw satisfied him. I didn’t know why, but I’d ask later. It was time to send Deon Morton packing.

I let Agony open the door, but passed him as soon as we were through it.

I scanned the room. My brothers were scattered around it, alert.

Until we entered, all eyes were on a man standing at the window where you checked in.

They glanced over at us and then back at the man. I took a few moments to study him.

He was about six feet tall. He was fit, although not as muscular as many of my brothers.

He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt despite the heat.

His hair appeared disheveled from where I stood.

I recalled that Blythe said he’d been passed out drunk when she left.

He had to be hung over. Suddenly, he raised his voice at the attendant.

“I’m telling you, I know she’s here! I’ve come to be with her. I wasn’t home when she left. I was working. She’s pregnant. I need to know if she and our baby are alright. I demand you take me to her.”

He could demand all he wanted, but he wasn’t seeing her. I looked over at Agony. He nodded. In sync, we headed toward Morton. As we approached him, the woman behind the glass saw us. Relief spread over her face. She recognized me. She knew we’d take care of this.

“What are you waiting for?” he snapped at her.

“She’s waiting for us,” I said.

He jumped and then whipped around to face me. His balance wavered. I saw his bloodshot eyes, and the smell of alcohol came off him in waves. I almost choked. There was no way he was sober enough to be driving.

I tried to be objective as I studied him. In normal circumstances, I would call him a good-looking man. And if he turned on the charm, a woman would easily fall for him. However, the thought of that woman being Blythe and that he’d had her and done what he did infuriated me. I stomped down my ire.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked gruffly.

“My name is Dr. Phoenix. I’ve come to ask you kindly to leave the hospital. You’re disrupting care, abusing staff, and upsetting patients, staff, and visitors,” I said firmly.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are. You can’t tell me to leave, Mister High and Mighty Doctor.

This woman won’t let me go back to see my woman.

She’s here, and I need to be with her. This person is supposed to help people, but she keeps saying that she can’t tell me if there’s a patient named Blythe Ashton here or not.

But I know my girlfriend is here. I demand to see her. ”

“What makes you think she’s here?” I asked. Maybe if he weren’t so drunk, he would’ve thought before answering, but the alcohol was messing with his rational thought.

“’Cause my phone says so. See.” He held up his phone. It had a map with a pin showing the hospital. “It says her cell phone is here. Her phone wouldn’t be here if she weren’t.” He left off the duh .

At least I had an answer for how he found her.

He had a tracking program on her cell. I didn’t know much about them—they were Wire’s thing, not mine—but I did know they existed.

How or when he did it wasn’t important. What was important was finding and removing it.

After we got rid of Morton, I’d hand over her cell phone to Wire to get rid of it.

Morton turned his back on me and grumbled at the attendant.

He was otherwise occupied, so I whispered to Agony, “Get Lt. Laramie to send a patrol car over here. Ask whoever he sends to wait in the parking lot. When this idiot is thrown out, he’ll get in his car to drive.

The cops can get him for DUI. And tell Wire about the tracker. Her phone is with Eliana.”

“On it,” Agony said before he moved away.

“Sir, you have to leave. Even if that shows she’s here, your girlfriend will have to consent to you joining her. And if the doctors are working on her, they’d deny you entrance,” I stated calmly.

He swung back to me. “Get the fuck out of my face. I don’t give a damn what you say. She’s here, and I need to make sure she’s okay.”

I was done acting like I didn’t know what he did to her. “And why wouldn’t she be okay? Why are you so upset? Could it be the condition she’s in? The bruises all over her body? The cuts? The fact that you beat her severely, and she had to seek help?” I asked gruffly.

I tried the nice way. Now, it was time to transition to the biker way.

I felt someone come up behind me. A glance over my shoulder showed Agony and Hulk had joined me.

Further behind them were the rest of my brothers, and at the very back were two hospital security guards.

They leaned against the wall. They were longtime guards and were familiar with us.

Morton’s eyes widened, and I thought I saw panic for a second, but then it was gone, and he switched gears.

“She’s been beaten? When? God, I knew I shouldn’t have gone to work today. She was acting funny, but I chalked it up to the pregnancy. I should’ve known. Is she and the baby going to be alright?” He sounded weary.

“Should’ve known what?” I asked.

“That she’s stopped taking her medication. I didn’t know it. She’s been doing so well. I thought she could handle them herself.”

“What medication?” I asked.

“She doesn’t like people to know, and she’ll deny it, but Blythe is schizophrenic.

When she goes off her meds, well, you’re a doctor.

You know what happens. She does and says things.

She engages in risky behaviors and ends up hurt.

She gets confused and doesn’t know what happened.

I need to talk to her and find out who did this to her. It wasn’t me. I swear to God.”

I had to give it to him. He was very convincing, but my radar was going off, the one that I knew not to ignore like I had in the past. It was a hard lesson, but I learned it. Plus, his hands told the tale. I pointed to them.

“Then, if you didn’t do it, mind telling me what happened to your hands?”

He looked down, then back up. He appeared startled.

Had the son of a bitch not seen his hands when he drove here?

They were bruised, and his knuckles were split.

No wonder she was covered in bruises. He’d pounded the shit out of her.

The urge to do the same to him was growing.

Suddenly, I felt a hand land on each shoulder and squeeze.

I wanted to ignore the warning in them, but I didn’t.

I kept chanting to myself, He’ll get his. You’ll make him pay.

Morton shook his head. “I went to the gym and didn’t wrap my hands. I worked out hard on the punching bag, and this is what I got. I can see how damning they are, but I didn’t use my fists on Blythe. I love her. She’s having my baby. We’re soon to be married.”

“The answer is no. She refuses to see you. If you don’t leave, we’ll have the police remove you and take you in for domestic violence. Is that what you want? And if you think we won’t, try me. There’s no way you’re getting past all of us to get to her,” I challenged.

It was as if he just realized the club was there. His head jerked, and he looked around the room. I watched him forcibly swallow his desire to continue to argue and comply.

“I don’t want trouble. I’ll wait for her to come to her senses. When she does, she’ll call me. I would never hurt her. I’ll be waiting for her at home. If you see her, tell her that. I want her to call me.”

I didn’t bother to respond. Slowly, Morton moved over and away from me.

He wound through the crowd to the door. Lethal and Hazard followed to be sure he left.

I went to the windows overlooking the parking lot.

I stood there and watched as he got into a car.

As soon as he started it and backed it up, lights were thrown on him, and a cop car came up behind his vehicle, hemming him in and forcing him to stop.

I got immense satisfaction watching Morton get arrested.

It was a minor thing overall, but I would take all I could get when it came to teaching that motherfucker a lesson.