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    Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss
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    I bit my lip. I was proud to be called his… he’s a man with the iron fists and warm heart. Michael Gallo could call me anything he wanted as long as he spent his nights in my bed.

    Chapter 26

    Liberating. That’s how it felt knowing I didn’t have to work in the ER anymore. I walked in and quit, not wanting to spend another day working there. Michael’s family had found donors and used their own money to have me be the clinic physician on a full-time basis.

    I could finally do what I loved. Help people without the nightmares and sleepless night.

    Michael spent his mornings working out and then coming into the clinic before heading to Inked. He gave himself whole-heartedly to making the clinic a success. They were officially starting the remodel next week and Michael would oversee the project first hand.

    Taking a sip of coffee, I looked over the chart for my first patient of the day. Female, unemployed, general check-up – an easy way to start. Grabbing the chart, tucking it under my arm, I walked toward the room. I felt stress-free for the first time in a long time.

    Closing the door, I set the chart on the counter and turned toward the exam table. My heart stopped and I froze in my tracks.

    “Hey, Mia,” Tammy sneered.

    “How in the hell did you get in here?” I said, loud enough that I hoped someone would hear, especially Michael.

    Fuck, I really didn’t need her crazy ass here. “What do you want, Tammy?” I asked, glaring at her.

    “I came to make peace with you. I wanted to apologize for my behavior,” she said, hopping off the exam table.

    I held my hand up, stopping her. “It’s in the past, Tammy. Whatever happened is between you and Michael. Leave me out of it.”

    “You two aren’t together then?” She cocked her eyebrow and grinned.

    “We are together. We’re happy. I think you should go before he finds you here and calls the police.”

    “He’s here?” she asked and looked at the door with excitement in her eyes.

    Fuck. That wasn’t the response I’d hoped for when I told her that Michael was here. “He’s going to be really pissed if he sees you, Tammy. You better go for all of our sakes.”

    “Maybe I can apologize to him too.” She smiled.

    Clearly she was still delusional.

    “Tammy, you need to leave,” I spoke louder than before, hoping to draw the attention of Michael or Cammie.

    I was getting pissed. My fists were balled at my side. I never wanted to hit a person as much as I wanted to smack the shit out of her.

    “Not until I can see Michael.” Sitting back down, she crossed her legs with that Snickers bar smile she wore so well.

    “Fine,” I said, turning my head toward the door, keeping my eyes on her I yelled, “Michael!” I turned back toward her and we waited, staring at each other.

    The door open and I heard Michael say, “What’s up?”

    “We have a visitor.” I pointed to Tammy without look at him and held my hands up.

    “What the f**k are you doing here?” he said, stepping in front of me, cutting off my view.

    “I… I,” she stuttered. “I wanted to see you.”

    “You’ve seen me and you’re violating the restraining order, Tammy. I will have you arrested for coming here.” Ever muscle in his body tensed as he stood between us.

    He trusted her less than I did, but then again, he knew her better.

    She slithered off the table and touched his cheek.

    His body recoiled taking a step back, almost knocking me over. “Get out,” he said, pointing at the door.

    “Come on, Michael. We were so good together.” She slid her arm around his neck.

    She’s totally insane. Was I invisible to her?

    I bit my lip not to say something to aggravate the situation.

    Peeling her off him, he said through gritted teeth, “Are you shitting me right now with this shit?”

    “No, I’m just stating the truth.” She looked at him with a frown and hurt in her eyes.

    I’m not an angry person, but this bitch needed to be taught a lesson. Tammy isn’t and never will be a threat to our happiness, but to throw shit in my face was too much for me to take.

    “You wouldn’t know the truth if it slapped you in the face. Go, Tammy. I don’t hit women, never have and always said I never would, but you’re getting real close to getting knocked on your ass,” Michael said calmly.

    “You know I like it when you’re rough with me, Michael,” she said, moving closer to him with a sly smile, “the harder the better, like old times.”

    “Okay, I’ve had enough,” I interrupted. I placed myself between her and Michael creating a barrier. He. Was. Mine. If anyone were to knock her on her ass, it would be me.

    “I wasn’t talking to you, whore. I sucked his c**k way before you came along. Sloppy seconds aren’t fun, are they?” She smirked.

    “Calm down, Mia,” Michael whispered in my ear, grabbing my arm.

    Motherfucker. My body shook from anger.

    “Yeah, Mia. Know your place. I’m sure you don’t bring him to his knees like I did. You don’t have him smacking your ass as you come on his cock. His body was made for me and I gave him everything he ever wanted,” she said, stepping closer to me.

    “You need to shut your damn mouth,” I seethed, with clenched fists, wanting to punch her in the face.

    “Ladies,” Michael said, pushing us apart.

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