Deeds (Broken Deeds #1) by Esther E. Schmidt Page B

distracted, I don’t think about it and let my nails scrape over the stiches.
    “Drop it. You know you can’t scratch them, they need to stay in there a few more days.”
    My hand drops, but not because I’m listening to him. Fuck no! It’s because I just pulled a stitch and I see the blood on my fingers.
    “Aw, fuck, Hotlips. See what you did?”
    He walks to the table where the first aid kit is still sitting. Popping it open, he searches for something then turns to me. He pushes some gauze down on the tiny gap.
    I’m still very annoyed when I say. "Technically it's your fault I’m bleeding, you know that, right?"
    The fucker chuckles and he feathers kisses along my neck. "How's that?"
    "How about, you annoy the shit out of me? Now give me that." Snatching the gauze from his hand, I press it against the stitches as I walk away from him. "Just leave the file and I'll look it over. I'll take notes if I think of something, okay?"
    The grin on his face tells me he feels very satisfied he got his way. "Appreciate it. We need a break in this case; we need to save those boys."
    I can't even think of those little boys. It's heartbreaking. They need to be found and those fuckers responsible need to be brought to justice. The way Deeds says 'This Case' makes me think back on the other stuff he said. Especially the answers he won't give me. I just know there's more to this MC. Yet, its hardcore rules seem to eliminate the possibility of being involved with the government. Fuck, why doesn't he just answer my questions?
    "Just this case?” I ask “Or do you want me to help out with other cases as well?"
    He shakes his head. Fuck, he knows I'm fishing. He steps closer to me and grabs my hand. Pulls the gauze away and looks at it. "The bleeding has stopped for now. No more scratching, ya hear?"
    "I can't help if it itches!"
    "That means it's fucking healing. But you’ve gotta let it heal, not scratch it wide open again."
    Fuck him, just a few more days and Blue will pull out those stitches. Without even thinking about it, my hand goes to my blackened eye. The bruising has turned into all different colors, yet Deeds acts like my face isn’t even busted up.  He catches my fingers and his voice softens.
    "Did you make the grocery list for me yet, beautiful?"
    Ha! Smooth, real smooth. I roll my eyes. "I'll make one now, dickface."
    He laughs and dodges my sad attempt to punch his gut.
    “Do you want Goffa with you or Broke?”
    He’s actually giving me a choice? I think about it a few seconds before I answer. “It might be better if you send Goffa over. I’m still too pissed off to have Broke around me.”
    He nods and turns to leave the kitchen but then stops. “Before I forget, there’s a club party tomorrow night. We need to be there.”
    Great. I’m really looking forward to see how this MC gets a party going. Not. But I doubt I have a choice in the matter. Remembering my last time at the clubhouse, my face scrunches up when I think about that annoying little ho who tried to butt into my conversation with Mila. Mila wasn’t too bad. Scratch that, she was actually very nice. More than likely because she’s an ol’lady and not some random ho out looking for dick.
    Giving Deeds a nod to let him know I heard what he said, I keep my mouth shut. As he starts toward the door, he adds,
    “Don’t forget they might try to test your ass a few times.”
    Of course they will. “Great, can’t wait.”
     
     
    ******
     
    When I check on Grams, I’m happy to see she’s waking up. She looks around the room and her face relaxes once recognition settles in. "Hey Grams, I came to check on you. Did you have a nice nap?"
    She beams at me. "Sure did, pumpkin."
    I hope she calls me pumpkin because it's me, not because she calls all females she meets pumpkin. "Deeds just went out to buy groceries. He'll be back in a little while. Goffa is in the living room. Do you remember I asked you to help me with dinner later on?"
    She nods, but