Billionaire Protector (Billionaire Bikers MC #1)

“I’ve got to go now. Thank you again.”

He watched Franny leave before heading back to Anna’s room. She was so uncomfortable now. His billionaire status upset her, which was totally insane to him. A lot of women who weren’t part of the club loved it when he showed his wealth. The club whores liked it when he lavished them with gifts¸ and the use of his cock.

“Would you like to get some fresh air?” he asked.

“You can get me out of here?”

“I can get you out of the room, not out of the hospital.”

“Then get me out of this room. I need fresh air.” She pushed the blanket off her body, and he grabbed a wheelchair, which he’d already organized before coming to see her. Pushing the chair inside the room, he helped her into the chair. He liked the feel of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her into the chair. She was a full woman, and her tits pressed to his shirt. He’d noticed she had a nice big set of tits, and he wondered if they were as big as he imagined or if it was in his mind. He hoped they were real. It would be a pity for them not to be. “Thank you.”

He moved toward the back, and they made their way to the elevator. “It was nice for your boss to visit you.”

“Yes. I was surprised. I didn’t think she liked me.”

“She clearly does.”

“Yes. She doesn’t approve of me always working. She won’t be getting her wish anytime soon.”

“Why?”

“Hospital bills. The couple of days I’ve been here, the cast, and everything, it’s going to be expensive. I’ve got to, erm, I’ve got to find a payment plan or something.”

“You don’t have to worry about the expense, baby.”

“Expense? Baby?”

“I’m paying for the room, and all of your treatment. All I want you to do is relax for me. Do you think you can do that?” he asked.

“I can’t let you do that.”

He was made of money, and she didn’t have a cent to her name. Russ had checked her records, and she had a small amount saved up, but not enough to handle hospital costs.

“Is this because I’m a billionaire?”

“No. I don’t want anyone paying for anything for me.”

“Tough. I’m paying for your room. Deal with it.” The elevator opened up, and he took her out of the entrance of the hospital. Several smokers were lurking, puffing away, and he moved Anna out of the way, following the path around the hospital.

“This is weird,” she said. “I’m not used to dealing with stuff like this.”

“Being taken care of?”

“Karen always took care of me, and I took care of her.”

“Families suck.”

“You don’t have a family?”

“No. I have my brothers, like I said.”

“Wouldn’t that make you family?”

“They’re not from the same woman. We’re friends, and united together.” When they got to the bench, he clicked on the brakes, and sat down. She couldn’t call for help, and she couldn’t run away.

“Why have we stopped?”

“I thought you’d like some fresh air, and a change of scenery.”

They were both silent for several minutes, and Russ couldn’t look away from her. She was such a beautiful woman, and he knew it even with the bruises covering her face. Her hair fell around her in ringlets. The mousy brown hair looked alive once again now that she wasn’t covered in grime.

“Families do suck.”

“You were in the foster system for a long time.”

“Yes, and that sucked too, until I met Karen.”

“You were both there together.”

“Her father killed himself after her mother died of cancer. With no remaining relatives, no one would take her in, so foster home it was.”

“Didn’t you ever get separated?”

“All the time but we found our ways back together. Homes wouldn’t work, placements didn’t stick, and we’d always end up back together.” He saw the tears glistening in her eyes. “We made a deal that when we turned eighteen if we weren’t together, we would find each other.”

“Were you together?” he asked.

“Yes. We were.”

“I want to take care of you when you leave the hospital.”

“Why?”

“You’re not in a position to take care of yourself. Let me help you. Let me reach out to you, and help.”

He saw her visibly swallow, and it was hard for him to just sit there and watch.

“I don’t know what to say to you.”

“Don’t say anything. Just be yourself with me.” He took her hand, and gave it a squeeze. “I’m not asking you for anything.”