Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) by Sam Crescent

problems with some of your tests, and they haven’t come back normally. I have a doctor I need to consult, and I’ll just go get him.”
    The hair on Angel’s arms stood on end, and she quickly reached into her drawer, and grabbed the blade that Lash had given her. Ever since she had started training with Gash, and Lash had taken over, he’d been showing her ways of protecting herself. Whenever she was in doubt, they had advised her to trust her instincts, and that was what she was doing right now.
    Staring at the door, she watched as a man entered.
    She had never seen him before, but he was vaguely familiar. His hair was dark, and his eyes the same. Angel placed her hand beneath the blanket as she looked at him.
    “Where’s Dr. Peters?”
    “He’s busy, but don’t worry. I’m here, and I’ve been looking through your tests.” He turned closing the door.
    Angel’s heart started to pound, and the baby within her started to kick. “I want Dr. Peters back.”
    This was not what she wanted.
    Flicking the blade open, Angel stared at the man, and really looked at him. He was vaguely familiar, and there would only ever be one reason for that. He was related to someone.
    “Hello, Andrew,” she said.
    “Well, I have to say I didn’t think they’d tell you about me.” He grabbed a chair and took a seat, watching her.
    “They didn’t.”
    “So tell me, how does a woman like you end up with a bastard like Lash?” he asked.
    “None of your business.”
    Her heart was racing, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of showing that she was afraid.
    “Fighting talk, I like it.”
    “What do you want?”
    “I came to see you.”
    “Where’s Paris?” she asked.
    “Ah, Spider’s woman. She’s healing. You should be relieved actually. I decided to come and see you rather than take her for another time.”
    “You’re a sick man.” This man disgusted her. She hated him, and for Angel, that was a hard emotion to think about.
    Andrew chuckled. “I’m just a boy in a man’s body.” He got up, and she quickly moved away, holding her arm away from her so that he wouldn’t see it. “I like playing games.”
    “Let Paris go. Be the good man.”
    He stood, cupping his face as if he was debating it. “Nah, I don’t think so.” He lunged at her, and using all the training that Lash had shown her, she plunged the knife into his shoulder, screaming as she did so. Andrew pushed her against the wall, wrapping his hands around her neck. “I wonder what Lash will think of you when I’m done.”
    Even as he started to squeeze the life out of her, she gripped the blade and twisted it, making him scream.
    Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and she looked just as Tate was slamming a chair against Andrew’s back. Pulling the knife from his shoulder, Angel struck him again.
    Neither of them were a match. Andrew slammed his fist against Tate’s face, knocking her to the floor, then slammed Angel against the wall.
    Angel cried out, cupping her stomach as the pain jolted her entire body.
    The screams had alerted staff, and Andrew rushed out. Seconds later, Devil, Lash, and Tiny rushed down. She screamed that it was Andrew, and they went after him.
    Suddenly, her water broke, and she was calling for help.
    ****
    Sandy sat in the waiting room with Stink. A lot had happened within a day. Sally had lost her leg, Sasha still hadn’t woken, and Sophia was still in stable but critical condition. Angel had also given birth to a little girl, Chloe. They were waiting for Lash to come and see them. They were all aware of what had happened, Andrew’s visit to the hospital which had put them all on edge.
    Stink held her hand, and she gripped his as well. She had to. She was totally shaken by what had happened.
    Minutes passed, and finally Lash and Devil came through the doors. Most of the club was here, and they all stood up.
    “As you all know, Andrew came to the hospital today. He found a way in, and it would seem that