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Nine
     
Tanner

My mind constantly went back and forth. Should I go see Grace or not. I'd never played this game before. No chick had ever drilled her way into my head like Grace did. Normally I fucked them once and never looked back. I didn't just want her once though. I wanted her over and over again. Explore every inch of that slender figure of hers.
     
    The decision was already made for me. There was no way I could go another day without seeing her. I left the MC clubhouse against Claire's wishes. She thought I needed more rest before riding my motorcycle. I told her a man and his bike should never be parted. Claire didn't argue.
     
    I approached my 2015 Harley Softail Slim with a smile. She was all black with “Hollywood” handlebars. She set me back ten grand but was worth every penny. One of the boys must have rode her here from the Stinky Goat—probably one of the prospects. He better not have damaged her. I quickly checked the paint for any chips or dings. It all looked good to me.
     
    I swung my leg over and let my weight bring the bike down. I plugged my key in and hit the ignition. The familiar roar of the engine brought a smile to my face. I raced out of the line of parked motorcycles and hit the open road. I didn't even bother wearing my helmet. The wind blew through my shaved head as I weaved in and out of cars. Fuck safety...and the police.
     
    I took my black Ray-Bans off when I reached the hospital. I parked in front and stared up at the giant skyscraper. The sudden realization that Grace was a doctor hit me. The women I'd normally been with were strippers, bartenders, and prostitutes. Grace was professional, intellectual, and way out of my league. No wonder she didn't want to go out with me. I played with the idea of leaving with my tail between my legs. But I was Tanner King. Member of the Black Widow MC. Chicks formed lines to suck me off.
     
    Grace would be mine. Nothing would stop me.
     
    The ER was dead as I strolled in, a lone nurse was standing behind the counter. She wore pink scrubs and was head-deep into some paperwork. “Hi there,” I said in a low voice, my charm literally oozing out of me.
     
    The nurse looked up and flushed immediately. Her chest heaved up and down as she gazed at me behind her lashes. “What can I help you with?”
     
    I played around with a pen on the counter, averting eye contact. “I'm looking for Doctor Holmes.” I glanced up at her. “Do you know where she is?”
     
    The nurse gulped. “Umm, I believe she's taking a nap in room seven.”
     
    The information was easy to obtain. Hopefully Grace wouldn't yell at her later. It's not her fault she was Putty in my hands. “Thank you so much.” I dropped the pen on counter and walked down the hallway.
     
    Up ahead a familiar doctor walked down the hall. It was him—Doctor Blue or Green—I couldn't remember which. What was he still doing here? Why didn't Grace get him fired or arrested? He was different than before though. He kept his eyes trained to the floor with his shoulders slouched forward. My hands balled into fists and I thought about ending it all right here. One twist of his neck and the bastard would never be able to hurt Grace ever again. But by looking at him, I knew, this boy would never harm a living soul again. He was safe...for now.
     
    As I walked by, the doctor raised his head and his eyes went wide as they met mine. I raised my fists and cracked my knuckles, winking at him. The doctor went flying down the hallway screaming incoherently. I chuckled to myself and continued down to room seven.
     
    I opened the door to discover Grace laying peacefully on a hospital bed in a dark and empty room. I sat down in a chair and watched her sleep. Her full lips were parted just a little as she inhaled and exhaled. Her blonde hair was unbound and messy across the pillow. Grace's chest expanded and contracted with every breath. She looked so serene, like the incident with the doctor never