Page 38 of Brutal
I glare at her, and she wilts.
“Either way, she’s got an infection,” I say before any of them can speak again. “I told you; I need antibiotics. Not a fucking lecture.”
Hunter gets down on his knees in front of Mimosa and takes one of her feet gingerly. He grimaces at what he sees. “I’ve mentioned I’m an obstetrician, not any other kind of doctor, right?”
“Just a few times,” I snark at him. “But you can prescribe meds. People with babies get infections. I cleaned them, okay?”
I don’t mention that I’d cleaned them exactly twenty minutes ago, after I’d texted him, and I glower at Mimosa, almost daring her to tell him that.
Hunter scowls at me. “I’ll do what I can, but not if you’re just going to open up her wounds and make it worse. It’s not worth the trouble if you plan on neglecting or killing her.”
“I’ll be gentle as fuck with her,” I tell him drolly. “I’ll even carry her around for a few days. Jesus, I didn’t know it was going to get infected.”
I definitely don’t need him to know I almost drowned her. If I’d been in slightly less control of myself…
No. I’m not fucking thinking about that.
Mimosa sits quietly while Hunter swabs her feet and applies the salves and bandages. I’m torn between relief that he’s doing his job and anger that he’s this up close and personal with Mimi in the first place. He has a great view of her cunt from down there.
I check briefly, but it doesn’t look like he’s got an erection. Who knows, though. Maybe Hunter’s got a micro-dick.
“So who’s she?” Mimosa says, pointing to Stef. “Your girlfriend, doctor?”
“Don’t ask questions,” I snap at Mimosa. “You don’t need to know who she is.” “She’s my fiancée,” Hunter answers flatly.
Mimosa giggles. “Really? I’m sorry. You probably deserve better, Miss.”
“Mimi,” I hiss. “That bit—” I catch the look Hunter gives me and decide it’s better not to continue that thought. “Stef is lucky to be with someone like Hunter.”
Stef nods enthusiastically. “I am,” she says, and her usual soft voice is firm. She’s like a different woman from the one I’d first met at Hunter’s party. She looks at Mimosa, and her voice is quieter as she says simply, “I love him.”
I snort, unable to help myself.
Love.
Right.
My friends are still fucking losers for falling in love with their sex slaves.
“If you say so.” Mimosa glances down at her feet as Hunter finishes wrapping the second one. “What’s the verdict, doc? Are my feet going to fall off?”
Hunter places all the trash on the coffee table. “Only if you keep walking on them and injuring them.” He glares at me. “I don’t want to interrupt another date because you were careless with your toys.”
“A date,” I say dumbly.
Jesus fucking Christ. Who is he, and what has he done with the Hunter Savage I once knew?
Mimosa starts laughing again. “This is the kind of guy you’re gonna marry, Stef.”
Stef’s cheeks turn pink, but she lifts her chin, looking directly at Mimosa. “At least I have someone like Hunter and not someone like Drake.”
I can’t even be mad because she’s right.
“Guess so.” Mimosa stretches her legs out in front of her and rotates her ankles from side to side. “He can even patch you up if he does serious harm.”
Hunter makes a disgruntled noise. “I didn’t know you were like Chase, Drake.”
“What do you mean by that?” I snap. “Being into a little bit of kink isn’t a bad thing. I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t realize she couldn’t walk after a mild caning.”