Page 5 of Dylan’s Dad (Horsemen Of The Apocalypse MC #1)

“Do you mind if I take a look?” When I don’t respond he adds, “Only what you are comfortable with.” I nod and he moves closer to the side of the bed.

“I’m just gonna lift the shirt a little to check out your ribs.

Is that okay?” I nod. He lifts the edge of my shirt, “I’m just gonna prod around your ribs a bit to see if this asshole broke anything, okay?

” He begins running his fingers over my ribs applying small amounts of pressure here and there.

“They may be cracked or bruised but nothing appears broken. I’ll wrap them for you in a bit.

Is it okay if I move on to your ankle? You said right, correct?

” He sits on the edge of the bed and lifts my foot up flexing my foot this way and that, I wince.

“Sorry. Probably just a sprain best to stay off it and keep it elevated. Knee?” I pull up my skirt just over my knee.

“Slight swelling. Knees are tricky without x-ray or MRI but we will have to keep an eye on it for now. Hips? I don’t need you to move any clothing, I can examine over your clothes.

” He stands and hovers over me feeling and moving my hips.

“Like I said before, without the equipment it’s hard to tell but I don’t think anything is broken.

As for the sexual assault, I could get a female nurse friend to do the examination for you.

I didn’t have much experience with sexual assaults back in the Marines.

I can get you some meds though I’ll send out for them. ”

“I don’t think I could take an exam right now.”

He nods, “Well, whenever you are ready I can get that setup for you. This next question is a little sensitive and I’m sorry but I gotta know all the meds to get. Are you on birth control or do you know if he used a condom?”

“I don’t know if he used protection. I was not conscious for that part. We normally did use them but I think this was about marking his territory so probably not.”

“Marking his territory?” He practically spits with disgust.

“Yeah he was convinced I was fucking his dad which is ridiculous considering Reaper is still locked up.”

“Wait, Reaper’s son did this?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I figured your brothers filled you in before you came in.”

“They did but I guess just the cliff notes. Now I get why Stallion had Reaper on the phone and why everyone seems so pissed. I mean this type of thing would generally cause anger but most of these guys can keep that shit locked down. Today it’s like barely leashed rage, hanging on by a single thread.

Most of us helped raise that boy and this is not the way he was raised. ”

“That’s not the man I thought I knew. We’ve been together for years and he’s never been violent or aggressive. I never saw this coming. I knew how he felt about Reaper, this is my fault. If I just never wrote him back or told him not to write. . .”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He says gently while grabbing my hand.

“Don’t put that shit on yourself. This is all on him.

If a few letters that were just friendly set him off, something was always gonna set him off.

A smile from a stranger or someone being polite.

It was never about you; it was him feeling like he owned you.

No man owns any woman. The Club has a very strict code and in that code, which Dylan was raised on, is we don’t hurt women or children.

He knew better.” There’s a soft knock at the door, “You can come in, Stallion. Listen, Little One, don’t you dare blame yourself for the actions of that piece of shit who knew better. ”

“You better listen to him, Darlin. Dylan was raised in this; he knew you are protected by the club. None of this is on you.”

Reaching into the bag I hadn’t noticed him bring in, he starts pulling out medical supplies.

Slipping on a pair of blue disposable gloves, “Okay, let's take care of these stitches. I do have a local numbing agent, I don’t get to use it much with these assholes so I will be ensuring the area is numb before I begin.” I nod and he brings a needle up to my eyebrow, I feel the smallest pinch and then a cold tingly feeling.

He is quick and efficient with his sutures and after only a couple minutes he has finished suturing both my eyebrow and my lip and has my ribs wrapped.

“Well, I’m leaving you in capable hands.

I gotta make some calls for those meds. You take care, I’ll see you soon.

” With that he gives me a soft smile and leaves the room.

“Reaper was pretty clear on his wishes for your protection. He has a cabin not far from here. It was purchased under one of the club’s businesses so it’s not under his name which means Dylan has no knowledge of it.

“We have kept it clean and maintained while he was locked up. He wants us to set you up there. We will have people watching the outside 24/7, and I’ll be stopping by periodically to check on you until Reaper is out.

I’ve already sent a prospect and a club bunny shopping for groceries, some clothes, and other necessities. ” He pulls a chair up to the bedside.

My brows pull together. “What’s a club bunny?”

He huffs softly, dragging the chair a little closer before sitting down. “They’re girls who hang around the clubhouse. Help out with whatever’s needed—cleanin’, cookin’, errands. Sometimes they... keep the guys company too. Ain’t official members, but they’re part of the scene.”

“Oh.” I shift, not quite sure how to respond.

“Don’t read too much into it, Darlin’,” he adds, his tone firm but not unkind. “They ain’t like you. I only sent her because she knows how to stock a fridge and pick out the right sizes.”

I nod slowly, still processing as he continues, “We can wait here till you’re ready. We’ve got your car locked up in the garage, so hopefully Dylan won’t know you came here. But if he comes looking, everyone will be briefed that you were never here.”

“Honestly, I just wanna take a scalding hot shower and crawl under a mountain of covers and just stay there. So, whenever you are ready, I guess I am.”

Standing up from his chair, he looks me over, that muscle popping in his jaw. “Alright, Darlin’.” He reaches down and lifts me up to his chest and walks us toward the door. “Sin!” he calls, and the door swings open.

“We headed out?” the one called Monk asks while peering around Sin.

“Yea, the cage ready?” Noticing me tensing, he clarifies, “It means an enclosed vehicle like your car, not an actual cage.”

“The prospect pulled the van around to the back to avoid her being spotted,” Monk says.

“Perfect."