...or Something: Ronacks Motorcycle Club - Plot & Excerpts
Swiss lifted a pair of curved scissors toward her arm. She let go of Battery and waved her hand in front of Swiss. "Wait. I'm not ready." "You've said that three times, darling." Swiss squinted up at her. "Removing six stitches is not going to hurt you. You won't even feel what I'm doing because your arm is all healed." She covered her upper arm with her hand. "I don't like blood." Battery hefted his body up on the pool table, lifted her onto his lap, and widened his thighs, planting her directly in front of him. He grabbed her wrists and crossed her arms in front of her before she figured out what he was doing. "Come on, Battery. Don't do this to me." She pressed the back of her head against his upper chest. "It's going to pop open again." "It's healed." Battery tightened his hold. "Do it, Swiss." Swiss raised the scissors again. Bree pressed back into Battery and couldn't move. Her chest constricted, and she failed to draw air into her lungs. "I can't breathe." She panted. "I'm going to pass out." "Good." Battery spoke into her ear.
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