Where We Belong novel (Ava and Blaze) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Ava".

"Ava".

Jumping up I placed my hand over my heart. Rubbing at my eyes Blaze was kneeling at the side of the bed.

"Blaze, what time is it?". I yawned.

"I need your help sweetheart". He said getting to his feet.

Sliding off the bed I realised I was no longer in just a towel but a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Did he dress me. Feeling the blush take over my face I took a deep breath before following him out.

"You have to find a way to stop the bleeding. Fuck".

What the hell was going on?

Making my way into the livingroom I stopped when three pairs of eyes landed on me. Well this wasn't awkward. All men were dressed in full leather and I knew they all belonged to the MC.

"Who the fuck is that?".

"You never bring your whores home".

"Damn".

Well this wasn't embarrassing at all. All boys had commented apart from the one that was covered in blood.

Was he even conscious?

"Blaze whats going on?". I asked taking a few more steps into the livingroom.

"He's been shot". Blaze sighed running a hand through his hair.

"Stop telling your whore shit. She doesnt need to know".

That was it. How many times had I been called a whore since I got here, I was to tired for this.

Glaring at him I placed my hands on my hips "I'm not a whore and I don't appreciate you calling me one". Yawning I moved closer to the guy that was bleeding "Looks like he's been shot in the chest". I mumbled more to myself.

"Bitch who do you think you're talking to?". He growled stomping his way over to me only to be stopped by Blaze pushing him to the other side of the room.

"Don't go there". He snapped looking straight at me. "Not unless you want a bullet put in your head by prez"". Blaze growled coming to stand by my side.

"Oh so she's not your whore but she's Franko's, why the fuck is she here?". He growled.

Who in gods name was this guy?

Scrunching my nose up I glared at him in disgust. "Franko's my dad you idiot. Now shut up and make yourself useful".

Watching the color drain from his face was fun but if the poor bastard on the couch kept bleeding I wasn't sure if he would pull through.

"No fucking way".

"Whats his name Blaze?". I asked quickly checking his pulse, yeah he was still breathing.

"Tommy". Blaze grunted causing me to look at him. Why was he glaring?

Pulling his t-shirt up I sighed with relief "Go get me a towel please". It was a flesh wound. Nothing to serious, Tommy here was just a bleeder. "I need some antiseptic and some thread".

"Is he alright?". The idiot from before asked.

"He's fine its just a flesh wound, nothing to serious. Once I clean the wound and stitch him up he'll be as good as new. Might take a while for him to wake up though".

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"Thanks darlin'". Tommy grinned at me from where he lay. I could remember him from all those years ago.

"Don't get shot again". I teased

The guys were actually alright. Jared had apologised for calling me a whore but I think he was afraid that I told my dad. Tank and Cruz were the quiet two that didn't really say much.

"How'd you know what to do?". Jared asked as he took a drink of his beer.

"Ava's a doctor boys she could be a real asset to the club". Blaze barked taking a long draw of his cigarette.

"No". I glared at him. I wasn't playing doctor every time one of these idiots got hurt.

"Oh thats right you don't want anyone to find out". He smirked.

Why was he being like this. I had just helped one of his brothers and he was acting like a complete asshole.

"Fuck you". I muttered getting up from the chair and heading back to his bedroom. I needed to get changed and be on my way. It was nearing 5am and if I left now hopefully it wouldn't take as long for me to get home.

Slamming the bedroom door shut I grabbed my clothes from the bottom of the bed. Stripping out of Blazes clothes I put my own on. Just as I was slipping on my shoes there was a knock at the door before Blaze walked in.

"What?". I asked not really in the mood to take on his smart-ass mouth.

"Where you going?".

"Home, its nearly light you don't have to babysit me anymore". I said sliding on my jacket.

"Darlin I-..".

"Don't darling me" I hissed "Just take me to my damn car so I can get the out of this hell hole".

"No". He glared grabbing me by the arms and pulling me towards him. "You can't drive home until I say you can".

"Let me go". I said through gritted teeth "You dont own me, you hardly know me so please get your hands of me".

He was something else. His hot and cold attitude was confusing the hell out of me. I shouldn't even be here and now he won't let me leave.

"You think you're something special cause you're a doctor. You're nothing but a biker slut thats returned home. Thinking no one can hurt you cause of who your dad is. Sweetheart your dad cares about no one but his club..".

I felt the sting before I had realised what I had done. My breathing was harder and my hands were shaking. "You stay away from me". I croaked feeling my emotions take over. Was he telling the truth. Did my dad only care about the MC. "I don't think I'm something special, I know where I came from".

Storming past him I grabbed my bag and all but ran out of there. He could go fuck himself. Who did he think he was. How could he judge me when he didn't even know me. I didn't stop running until I was bent over the side of the road spewing my guts up.

Wiping the side of my mouth I took a deep breath and looked around. One thing was for sure I had no sense of direction and now I was officially screwed.

Taking out my phone I hit my moms number, putting it on speaker so I could look at a map to see if it would tell me where I was.

"Ava baby why haven't you been answering my calls. Where are you, I've been worried sick". She all but cried.

"Calm dowm mom". I sighed running a hand through my hair "I'm okay I ju-.."