Size Matters (Chaos and Carnage MC 1)

She heard some vomiting, and then the sound of someone slumping. “Bull! Bull! Damn it, answer me.”

No answer.

She hung up the phone and immediately rushed toward an oncoming taxi. Maddie didn’t think. She put her hands flat to the car and told him to stop. The driver was someone she didn’t recognize. She gave him the directions and told him to floor it.

He didn’t.

With the snow and ice on the ground, he drove safely, and every other time, she would have appreciated it, but she couldn’t contain her panic. What if Bull had collapsed and was choking on his own vomit?

She nibbled on her lip, fear riding through her as the man drove. They passed the Chaos and Carnage MC clubhouse, and just a little further, the taxi finally came to a stop. She hoped she wasn’t too late.

Paying the man, she gave him a tip, then climbed out of the car and rushed toward the house, letting herself in through the side gate. The past few weeks of doing a lot of running paid off. She was out of breath, but not by too much.

At his front door, she twisted the handle, but found it locked. “Shit!”

Searching under the plant pots, she found the key beneath the plant pot on the corner. As her heart raced, her hands shook while she pushed the key into the lock. Twisting it, she slammed the door closed and looked in the rooms of the house.

“Bull? Bull, where are you?” she asked.

She took to the stairs when she didn’t see him around the house. He wasn’t in his bedroom, and so she went to the bathroom.

Vomit was on the floor and Bull, completely naked, was on the floor beside it.

“Crap.”

He shivered.

Maddie moved to his side, and with all of her might, lifted him. “I’ve got you.”

Bull groaned. “Maddie, am I dreaming?”

“No dreams.” She tried to haul him to his feet, but she was no match for his size. “I’ve got you, but I’m going to need you to help me.”

“My mouth feels like a dog has taken a shit in it.”

“Colorful,” she said. She helped him onto the toilet, but the moment she tried to leave him to get a toothbrush, he began to sway.

“Ah, no you don’t.” She kept him sitting up and nibbled on her lip. “Right, let me get you to the bed.”

Bull moaned all the way to the bed. She collapsed down with him. His large arm went around her waist and pulled her close. “You smell so good.”

She wriggled out from beneath him, taking a deep breath when she was finally free. “Just stay. Don’t move. I will be back in a second.” This wasn’t going well.

Pushing her hair out of her face, she rushed back to the bathroom and decided to clean up all of his mess. Once that was finished, she filled a bowl with some warm water and went to the bedroom.

Bull was flat on his stomach, looking cute.

Was this how she looked?

His heavily inked body distracted her. “Focus, Maddie, focus.”

She put the bowl down on the cabinet beside the bed and removed her coat and shoes. She wore a pair of jeans that were now a couple of sizes too big. With heartache, she’d stopped eating, and it had been great for weight loss. Jase had already told her he felt their classes should come to a close. Bull had told him about the years of abuse she’d suffered at the hands of her parents, and Jase didn’t believe in training someone who first had to face the problems of her past.

Maddie had been pissed at Bull, but at the same time, it wasn’t the right reason to lose weight.

Had she been losing weight for herself, or because of what everyone else had told her?

She shoved those thoughts to one side and instead, focused on giving Bull a sponge bath. He looked terrible. The illness had kicked her ass and being the man he was, she knew he was going to play the man flu card.

Bull wasn’t an easy man to move around. He was difficult on every single level.

She had no choice but to clean him up. After he was washed, she tried to clean his teeth, but he started to complain everything hurt.

Maddie cleaned him up as best as she could without starting to fight him. She got to work cleaning his house and getting ready for someone to take care of him. Except, Pat, Grant, Rusty, all of his men had things they needed to do, leaving her in charge of the awful patient.

The first day, he slept. The second day, he missed the toilet three times, and she had no choice but to clean up vomit.

By the third day, he was back into complaining mode about everything and anything. Four and five were the same. Day six, she managed to get him into the bath, and she’d made a large batch of vegetable soup.