Neither Black Nor White (Iron Dogz MC, #6)

by René Van Dalen

  With that the doctor whose name he didn’t know left as quickly as he had appeared. He would ask Blaze who he was but not now, later.

  “I like that doc.” Cuba said next to him as she moved away.

  He made himself at home leaning against the wall close to the door. There was no way he could sit down and wait like the rest. He was already having a hard time staying in one place. Right when he was about to take a walk just to move his body a sister walked into the room.

  “Family of Mrs Knight?”

  Kid didn’t give anyone else a chance to answer. “I’m her husband, Nathan Knight. How is she?”

  The sister smiled. “She’s doing well. We have moved her into recovery and she’ll be moved to a room soon. The surgery went really well and both the doctors are happy with the results, so happy in fact that she’s not going into ICU but into a high care room. You’ll be able to see your wife as soon as we have her settled in her room. It will take another hour or so. If you want to stretch your legs now would be a good time. I’ll come and get you as soon as she’s ready for a visitor. Okay?”

  Kid could only nod and the sister patted his forearm gently before she left.

  This was so fucking different from the last time he had been in a hospital. And then it hit him. Army had been killed in his hospital bed. No fucking way was he leaving Noelle’s side while she was here. No one would get near her on his watch.

  “I’ll be fucking staying here with her. Not making the same mistake we did with Army.” Kid snarled at Dizzy and his head jerked as he looked at him in shock

  “Fuck” He said softly. “You’re right, Boss. No way can we leave either of you here alone.” Pulling out his phone he started walking towards the door. “Calling Prez to let him know what’s happening.”

  For a second Kid wondered which Prez he was calling before he let it go. It didn’t matter. Turning to Rock who was sitting bent over in a chair with his head in his hands he crouched in front of his brother.

  “Talk to me, brother.” He urged quietly.

  Rock’s eyes were red and glittery when he looked up. “It’s Keeley’s fault. She almost got Face killed. Our spoilt as fuck sister almost got her killed because she wants what she wants when she wants it.” He slowly shook his head. “This, what she did, I don’t think I can forgive her, Kid. She knew, she fucking knew the bastard was part of the Syndicate and still she went to him. She endangered every single one of us, not only your old lady.” He sighed heavily. “I need to go back to the clubhouse and report to my prez, but fuck, I’m not so sure I can keep my shit together if I saw her.”

  Kid could sympathise because fuck knows he’s been in that exact same position more times than he could count.

  “All you can do is worry about yourself now, Rock. She made a choice and that choice wasn’t for her family or the club. I’ve been where you are now, but there’s one big difference, Keeley is a selfish brat and can be redeemed. Go, talk to Dad, not your president. Tell him how you feel, he’s a good man, brother. Together, as a family, you’ll make the right decisions. You’re going to need some distance from Keeley and you need to tell her and your parents. The clubhouse is your home, not hers. She needs to go. Maybe you could send her to Cuba to start her training, if she’s still agreeable to taking her in.”

  Rock sat forward and threw his arms around Kid’s shoulders and they hugged, hard.

  “Thank you, brother. I always wanted a big brother and now I have one. And he’s like a damned oracle or something.” Rock tried to tease but it fell short of reaching his eyes.

  Kid patted him on the shoulder as he stood.

  “Bro, go home, shower then talk to Dad.”

  He watched Rock glance at Cuba before he walked out. She was watching him as he walked away.

  “Go. He needs you. I’ll keep you updated, I promise.” Kid nodded towards the door.

  She didn’t hesitate. She turned, hugged the women waiting with her and ran after Rock.

  He needed some strong coffee.

  “I’m getting coffee. Anyone else want?” He asked the room in general and after getting a couple of yes’s walked out to find coffee.

  Dizzy joined him as they rode down in the lift and walked towards the reception. He was silent while Kid asked for directions to the nearest coffee shop. He was still silent as they walked out and ordered coffee.

  Only then did he start talking.

  “I called Orca and filled him in on what happened. Then I called Hawk. They’re booked on a late flight. Hawk, DC, Spider, Beast and Boots are on their way down. Orca organised to have them picked up at the airport and taken to the clubhouse. Hawk insisted he had to be with you, VP.”

  It looked like Dizzy expected him to be pissed at what he had done but he wasn’t. He needed his best friend to help him through. Hawk was good at focussing on the problem and solving it.

  “It’s all good, Dizz. I’m going to need Hawk around to keep my fucking temper in check.”

  Dizzy nodded and together they gathered the trays and took the coffees back up to the waiting room.

  Shortly afterward the sister appeared and took him to see his woman.

  The sight of her lying in that fucking hospital bed and connected to all sorts of fucking tubes and shit almost had his knees buckling. She looked fucking battered to shit. Her face was bruised and swollen and almost unrecognisable under the bandages.

  “Jesus wept.” He said on a heavy sigh as he took her hand in his.

  The sister patted his arm as she brought a chair over.

  “Sit down and talk to her. She’s under light sedation right now but I’m sure she can hear you. Your voice will calm her and tell her she’s not alone. She woke in recovery and was very combative, the doctor was worried she would injure herself and put her under again.” She explained as she checked on the machines around the bed.

  “That’s my girl, she’s a fighter. And no worries, I won’t be leaving her side.”

  The sister nodded as she gently straightened the blankets around Noelle. “We’re in the office over there, keeping an eye on the monitors. Doctor says to stay as long as you need to. No visiting hours for you. I’ll let the rest of your friends know she’s sleeping and you can talk to Doctor about visitation later when he does his rounds. Okay?”

  Kid nodded, his eyes on the part of his woman’s face he could see. The bastard had damaged the already damaged side of her face. Sitting there holding her hand and talking to her about his new position at the Cape Town chapter he decided that once she was well enough they would be seeing the bloody surgeon. He wanted her fixed so when she looked in a mirror she saw nothing but herself. No bad fucking memories hanging around.

  Her hand twitched in his a couple of times but she didn’t wake up. Instead he fell asleep with his head resting on her bed next to her shoulder, holding her hand in both of his.

  Someone stroking over his head woke him and he jerked then stopped himself from pulling away when he realised it was Noe. She was awake and looking at him in absolute confusion.

  She tried to speak but he immediately stopped her. “No talking, baby. You’re in hospital and you’ve had surgery to repair the stab wounds and the damage to your face. One of the stab wounds nicked a kidney and it’s been repaired but you need to take it easy. The doc fixed your cheekbone and set your nose and he wants you to relax and not talk for a few hours.”

  Again she tried to talk but he stopped her.

  “No, baby, no talking. I’ll have a tablet brought in. You can type when you need to talk. Okay?”

  Her swollen eyes spat fire at him and he couldn’t help but smile.

  “I can see you’re pissed at me, and so you should be. But right now as far as everyone in this hospital is concerned you’re my wife. And seeing that I’ve claimed you as my old lady that’s as good as married anyway.” Kid winked and grinned as her swollen eyes tried to narrow. “I can see not being able to bitch me out is driving you fucking nuts. Don’t worry, Noe, once the doc
says you can talk you can bitch as much as you want and I'll take it, all of it. Not going to change anything though, you’re mine and I’m not letting you go, not again. I fucked up but it won’t happen again. Not ever again.”

  Her answer was to give him a disgusted glare. Kid grinned and took her hand in his and kissed her fingers, fingers that tightened around his.

  He would take the peace he felt now because soon enough he would have to ask her questions and she’ll relive what had happened to her.

  He hated that he would have to do it but he had to know who had done this to her.

  And once he knew he would be taking care of the bastard.

  Permanently.

  Little did he know that his old lady had already saved him the trouble.

  CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

  Dominick

  He woke strapped to a cold steel table. Everything was strapped down. He had straps around his calves, thighs and hips. Another wide strap over his chest and his arms were strapped down as well. When he tried to lift his head he found that a he couldn’t move it because a wide strap kept it in place. He could barely turn it to see where the hell he was.

  And then he felt the cold air over his body and realised he was naked.

  Fucking hell.

  His breathing sped up as he started to panic. He hated being held down or restrained.

  He smelt her before he saw her. The mad bitch who had killed his family and tried her best to warp him.

  Chanel No 5 wafted around him, a scent he absolutely detested.

  Memories hit him and he tried hard to lock them away but to no avail. They swarmed out of the dark corner where he had held them prisoner for fucking years.

  He had been strapped down then as well. The difference was that he had woken up with a whore riding his dick and he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, couldn’t stop the orgasm that rushed out of his dick. Shaming him with his body’s reaction.

  His first time had been rape. He had been raped while Winifred stood by and directed the entire sordid scene. According to her she wanted him to experience sex with a professional so he would be prepared for the little rich socialite girls she surrounded him with. He hated those high society girls, he had hated them then and he hated them now.

  What he had hated more was what Winifred had the whore do to him. She took his consent and violated it. He was inexperienced and a teenager with a raging libido so it was easy for them to keep him hard and orgasming. There had been shame and rage attached to the sex they had forced on him. For years he had avoided having sex, too scared the rage he kept under tight control would slip as he climaxed. Because that’s what was in his head when he had sex, killing the bitch underneath him.

  With Gideon’s help he had found a sex therapist to help him work through his problems and now it only surfaced when he was under high levels of stress.

  Like right now.

  Without being told he knew what was about to happen. Winifred was going to have him raped again and this time she was hoping for a child to come from the rape. Twisting his head to the side he frowned at the steel table with vials and shit and a microscope on it. What the fuck where they planning?

  “Glad to see you’re awake, Dominick.” Winifred stroked her hand over his chest and lower over his abdomen. He shuddered with revulsion.

  “Get your filthy old hands off me.” He snarled through clenched teeth.

  She laughed. She fucking laughed and kept on stroking. And then she did the worst, she touched him. She fucking touched his dick. The revulsion was so intense he felt sure his dick would shrivel up and crawl back into his body.

  “It’s such a pity I’m too old to bear your child, sweetheart. We would have made the perfect child together.” She murmured as she kept on touching him.

  Thank fuck his dick stayed uninterested even as she stroked it.

  Dear God. She was absolutely crazy. He cringed at her touch and forced himself to remain absolutely still and silent. She craved reaction from those she hurt, he would not give her that. With a sigh the old woman patted his lower abdomen and moved back towards his head, and down at him.

  “If only you had done as I asked and taken one of the women I provided for you. Now look what I have to do. Regardless of what you think, I’m not enjoying this at all. It hurts me to see a strong dominant man humiliated like this but unfortunately this is now the only option left open for me. Maybe I should have either seduced you or taken your sperm when you were younger. By now I would have had strong children as my heirs.”

  Dom couldn’t keep quiet even if he wanted to.

  “I wouldn’t have fallen for your bullshit then either. I wasn’t attracted to you at all. Never have been, never will be. You’re my step-grandmother for fuck’s sake!” He burst out.

  She gave a tinkling little laugh. “Only on paper, dear, only on paper. And by now you have to know it has nothing to do with attraction.”

  He heard a door opening and Winifred looked up and narrowed her eyes at whoever walked in.

  “You are late. We have a lot to accomplish tonight and I need his sperm before I leave for London.”

  Dom recognised the voice the minute the man spoke. It was the doctor who had falsified his vasectomy records. And then betrayed him to Winifred, as he had expected he would. And that was why another urologist had done the actual procedure. These two were in for a fucking big surprise.

  “I had an emergency with a patient and had to handle it first. I’m here now and we’ll get what you need within the next hour.”

  The slimy bastard promised as he walked over to the table and stood looking down at Dominick. His whole demeanour was very clinical as he looked him over.

  “Strapping his head down is not required for the procedure.” He said disinterestedly as he coolly and calmly undid the buckles and set his head free.

  Now that he could move his head he lifted and watched the two standing next to the table. Winifred had her arms crossed over her chest as she stared the little man down.

  “I have important business to take care of upstairs but I want to be sure you have started procedures before I leave.”

  “It’s not that complicated. I’m going to give him a shot that will keep him erect for a few hours. It will give me time to harvest enough sperm for your purposes.”

  Hearing the two of them talk about him as if he was a prize fucking bull on a farm had him gritting his teeth and hoping and praying that he would be rescued in time. He did not want to suffer through being raped by these people.

  “Good. And Henry, be aware we have cameras on you. Remember why you are working for me now. You don’t touch him more than what is required to harvest his sperm. At the end of the day he is my grandson and I won’t allow you to violate him. Well, not more than what is required to acquire his sperm.”

  Fucking hell. It took everything not to bellow out his rage. She was leaving him in the clutches of a pervert. And he was helpless while strapped down.

  Winifred’s phone rang and she extracted it from her jacket pocket, looked at the ID and smiled as she answered.

  “Donald, do you have good news for me?”

  The smile grew as she turned to look down at him and he schooled his expression.

  “Your fiancée delivered the files to Donald. Unfortunately she was a bit damaged during the handover. Donald thinks her face won’t ever look the same again, a pity, she used to be a very beautiful girl. She looks a lot like her father and he was a beautiful man. Pity he refused to join our organisation.”

  After dropping that bomb which confirmed his suspicions she turned and looked at the little bastard fiddling with things on the table.

  “I’m going upstairs to take care of business. Donald and I will be back to watch the procedure. He is interested in finding other uses for it. Don’t do anything until I get back, and remember, we are watching.”

  With that she left and the door clanged shut behind her.

  Donald Murchison’s arrival couldn�
�t have come at a better time. It gave the team he knew was looking for him time to find him. He hoped and prayed that Noelle’s injuries weren’t as bad as it sounded. They had both known there might be a chance that the bastard would hurt her but they had both accepted the risks involved in getting closer to their goal.

  And that goal?

  To eliminate the bastards. And now he had confirmation on who he had always suspected Noelle’s parents might have been.

  Strapped to the table, unable to move, and at the mercy of the bastard unpacking several vials on the table he promised himself that once this was done he was going to ensure this bastard disappeared. How many times had he done shit for Winifred? How many times had he taken advantage of a man who had been strapped down and helpless to defend himself?

  Promising himself he would serve up vengeance for those men he watched and waited. If the gods were smiling on them Winifred had opened the files and the worm was free to roam their systems and start its work. He could endure whatever was thrown at him for that opportunity.

  “All of you think you’re so clever.” The little man mumbled. “But you’re not.”

  “I’ve never said I’m clever, but what I am is intelligent enough to know that once she has what she wants your life is over. She wants me alive, needs me alive actually, and I promise you, once this is done I’ll be coming for you.”

  The little bastard gave a crazy little giggle and kept mumbling. “Your heart is unfortunately going to explode when you climax. And nothing I do will bring you back. Not that I will try too hard.”

  Dominick grinned. “All of you forgot one very important thing.” He winked at the confused looking man. “You’re not the only urologist in the country, asshole.”

  Dropping the shit he had in his hands he rushed to the table and his cold hands fumbled around his groin. And he found what he was looking for. Tiny little scars.

  “No! No, no, no! She’s going to kill all of us when she finds out.” He stood with his head lowered as if trying to think of a plan but there were no plans.