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head slowly lifted. Peering out at me from behind her lashes, her expression let me know how scared she was.
    “Why?”
    Dumb question from a stubborn woman. I chuckled when I realized she still felt like she had any kind of say in what was going to happen to her. She was powerless, but she refused to believe it.
    “It doesn’t matter ‘why’. I told you to get your ass in the bathroom and like a good little girl, you’re going to walk yourself in there.”
    After placing my cut on the bed, she pushed up and hobbled into the bathroom. My eyes ran down the length of her body as I tilted the bottle of to my lips one more time. I didn’t want to drink so much that I bled out, but this was going to hurt like a bitch.
    The amber liquid bubbled when I let it pour down my throat and after slamming the bottle back onto the desk beside me, I grimaced pushing myself up to my feet. My body felt jacked already. I wasn’t looking forward to allowing this bitch near me with any sharp instruments, but I had no choice.
    Walking into the bathroom, I turned my head to find her sitting on the lip of the tub, her colorless eyes staring up at me.
    “So what? You gonna rape me now? It’s not like I can fight back with this shoulder the way it is. What kind of fucking man does that shit?”
    She was baiting me, probably hoping I would just kill her out of anger and save her the misery and humiliation of being fucked beforehand.
    “Nah, Munch. I prefer my women begging me to keep going, not screaming at me to stop. You’re only in here to play nurse.” Walking over to her, I grabbed her face with one hand, tilting it up so she was forced to look me in the eye. “You’re going to look at my side and let me know if the bullet went through. If it did, great. You can stitch me up. If not, you’re going to dig that little bitch out and then stitch me up.”
    Her head shook and the hue of her skin turned a pale green. “N-no. I don’t do blood. I’ll get sick.”
    I chuckled at her reaction. “You mean to tell me you grew up in a club and you can’t handle the sight of blood? Come on, woman, there ain’t no fucking way you’re Joker’s daughter and haven’t seen a man gutted before.”
    “I’ve seen it, but it doesn’t mean I’ll go sticking my hands in it.”
    Another chuckle broke loose and I patted her on the head like she was a five-year-old child. “You’ll live, Munch. I promise. I don’t bite.”
    She glanced up and I grinned.
    “Unless you’re into that kind of thing.” A quick wink from my eye was met with the scowl that crossed her pretty little face.
    She surprised me when that scowl turned into a ‘fuck you’ kind of smile. “Well, I’d love to help you, JD, but unfortunately, with my shoulder the way it is, I’m not going to be able to do much. It takes two hands to sew and I’ve only got one at the moment. On top of that, my fucking hands are tied together if you hadn’t noticed.”
    My smile grew more wicked than hers. “Well, then I guess we better fix that first. Go lie down on the bed, Munch.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”
    My hand was fisted in her brown hair as I pulled her up into a standing position and she jerked back, still refusing to give in. When she finally stopped struggling, I explained, “Because I’m going to fix your shoulder and when I get done, you’re going to fix my side. It’ll be an exchange of favors.” I winked again, but her scowl only deepened.
    “I wouldn’t need the favor if it wasn’t for you.”
    I shook my head. This girl’s mouth was going to get her killed some day. I decided to do her a favor and teach her what happens when you mouth off to the wrong man. Moving with the same quickness as a rattlesnake, I lowered my head, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and biting down so hard, I knew I’d drawn blood.
    She attempted to jerk away again, but I held her head to mine, using my tongue to lick the blood off her lip. She tasted salty and sweet and