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it ripped across my chest and through my arm. Hit my brachial artery and I was out within a few seconds. There’s another one on my thigh, but nowhere near as bad as this one.”
    He smirks and it takes a minute for me to realize why. I shake my head and groan as he presses new bandages against my skin. “You realize that that one is gettin' cleaned too.”
    “Why stop now? I still have clothes on.”
    “Not for long. Stand up.”
    I do as I’m told and stand still while he slides my jeans slowly down my thighs. I pull my legs out of them, using him to keep my balance. Gentry tosses them to the side, his eyes never leaving the electric-blue lace boy shorts I still have on. Skimming his hands up my thigh, he starts to pull the bandage free. 
    “This isn’t supposed to be sexual,” I remind him.
    “Nothing sexual was supposed to happen,” Knox bellows from the entryway. I jump because I didn’t hear the door and it rips most of the bandage the rest of the way off. 
    “Oh sweet fuckin’ mother of hell!” I scream. My stomach feels like it’s trying to climb its way out of me through my mouth. I bite my lips, balling my hands into fists and squeezing as I try to force myself through the pain.
    “Dude!” Gentry yells back at Knox. He pushes me easily back onto the stool and turns to glare at him for a second. He checks my leg and as soon as he sees that I’m not going to throw any punches from the pain, he takes the rest of it off. “You’re some fuckin’ lucky she didn’t rip that open again. I’d kick your ass if she did.”
    Ignoring everything Gentry just said, Knox makes his way into the room. “Please tell me you didn’t fuck her in here. I eat in here.”
    “Not anymore, fucker,” I bite out through gritted teeth.
    “I’m sorry,” he whispers, kissing my temple before sitting down at the table. “All I saw was you half-naked and you sayin’ something about it being sexual. What the fuck was I supposed to think?”
    “Nothing! You wouldn’t have had to hear anything if you had knocked like you’re supposed to.”
    He shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “I figured you’d still be passed out and I didn’t want to wake you up if you were. I wanted to make sure you were all right.”
    “You knew I was here and that she was fine,” Gentry says while continuing to clean the wound on my leg.
    “I knew you were here and that’s why I needed to make sure she was OK.”
    Instead of responding to the ridiculousness that just tumbled out of Knox’s mouth, Gentry redresses my leg, stands up and starts pulling clothes out of my bag after asking if they are clean. I, however, can’t ignore him.
    “If you’re going to be a dick, leave. I don’t need a keeper, Knox. I don’t need to be protected.”
    He grunts, watching Gentry carefully as he helps slide clean clothes onto me. “After what he did last night while you were drunk I think you do need to be protected. He’s tryin’ to get into your pants. He’ll fuck you to make you his and then be on his way to the next chick.”
    As soon as Gentry snaps my sling back into place and makes sure everything is good, I push away from him and stare Knox down. “You think you know everything, don’t you? I started that shit last night, asshole. I did it because you were actin’ like a twat. I don’t need to be protected and I’ll fuck anyone I want to. You’re not my father, so just like him, you have no say in it!”
    Knox pushes out of the chair and steps toward me but I put up my hand and stop him. How fucking dare he think he has that kind of control over me. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
    I sigh. “I know, Knox. But how long have you known me and how many times have you seen me let myself get hurt. It would take more than fucking me to make me his. You can’t claim to be someone’s friend and then act like this when you have no idea what happened.”
    “Emerson…”
    “No!” I cut him off. “Don’t try to talk