My Dark Hero: Part Eight [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

**Chapter Eight**

**Amy**

I woke up to the soothing voice of an elderly woman with the most beautiful blue eyes.

“Ah, my patient is finally awake. How are you feeling, dear?” She asked as she fluffed my pillows and pulled down the sheets.

Her grey hair was tied in a bun on top of her head, and the fine lines across her face told me she had seen her share of challenges.

“Sore…and thirsty.” I managed to say with a very dry mouth.

She smiled while picking up a cup of ice chips from the nightstand, which she placed in my hand – the one that wasn’t throbbing with pain. I dropped a few chips in my mouth and just enjoyed the sensation of being able to move my tongue normally for a few seconds.

“I honestly didn’t think miracles happened anymore, but you two proved me wrong last night.” The elderly lady continued, shaking her head as she spoke.

“Miracles?” I asked, more confused than before.

“I tell you, sweetie, I’ve witnessed a lot of things in my life, but last night was something else. I’ll let Ben give you the details, he should be here soon. I, on the other hand, have a few things I have to take care of. Here’s the emergency button if you need anything, and try not to move too much, especially your arm.”

She gave me a last warm smile before disappearing into the hall, leaving me to catch up on whatever the fuck happened. I remembered everything up until seeing brains getting splattered in the alleyway behind the restaurant, and from there things started blacking out. In between the blackouts I could only remember a station wagon, feeling naked, and Kincaid’s voice calling me the whole time. From there I couldn’t recall a single thing.

“Amy? We haven’t officially met. I’m Ben, your unlicensed surgeon, slash student, slash getaway driver. How are you doing today?”

I didn’t notice Ben coming into the room, and it was hard to imagine that the young guy in front of me was in medical school, when it looked like he should be out surfing.

“I’m okay, thanks.”

He had the same warm personality as the elderly woman, and the same blue eyes.

“Your mother is very kind.” I confidently stated my theory.

Ben gave a proud smile, indicating that he probably looked up to her quite a bit.

“We had to perform emergency surgery on you last night, and thank whoever you need to thank that my mom has treated more bullet wounds than knee scrapes. And if it wasn’t for Kincaid…”

When Ben mentioned his name my heart rate jumped up a notch.

“Kincaid? Where is he?”

“He’s in the next room, still unconscious. But don’t worry too much, he’s not in a coma and we’re doing everything we can to help him recover. And just so you know, that crazy fucker forced me.” Ben started hesitating.

“Worry? Me? Are you kidding? He made me fuck him in front of a bunch of strangers! Is that mentally healthy, or even legal? In any conceivable way? He almost killed my brother, he got me fired, and it’s his fault I got shot in the first place. Why should I give a rat’s ass if he wakes up?!”

Then those words Kincaid said just before he dragged me to the ground of the restaurant surfaced to the top of my memory pile.

“I’m a bad man, Amy Dawson. And the universe where I deserve you will never exist.”

Of course these simple words weren’t going to make me lose sight of who he was, but they stirred a curiosity. They held a sincere and vulnerable honesty that couldn’t possibly come from a bad place. There was something great hiding inside Kincaid, and it kept me from getting up and going home.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way. From what I saw at the restaurant and the way he freaked out in the car…it’s just…well… it just looked like a love-crazy boyfriend freaking out…that’s all.”

Goosebumps rushed across my whole body.

“Wait a minute…why is he unconscious? And what did he force you to do?”

Ben gave me a skeptical look, as if he regretted mentioning Kincaid at all.

“Well, you were losing a lot of blood, and he was a match.”

“Kincaid is AB negative?”

“What are the odds right? But anyway, he forced me to draw blood from him…from four different places…at once. I expected him to pass out after a minute or two, but he stayed conscious till we got you stabilized. For about fifteen minutes he kept crunching his arms and flexing his legs, making sure the blood kept circulating.”

As Ben spoke I tried to create the images in my head. I tried to see the desperate expression on Kincaid’s face, and I tried to fathom how everything happened, but it just seemed too unbelievable.

“Is that the miracle your mother talked about?”

“Halfway through the surgery she wanted to run and get her bible!”

“And then?” I did my best not to sound invested in the answer, but Ben could tell I was faking.

“I’m not sure when he passed out, but it wasn’t long after we got you back on the safe side.”

“Is he supposed to wake up from something like that?”

Ben didn’t answer this time, causing despair inside me I didn’t remember ordering.

“How do you know him?” I asked Ben.

It was best to re-direct the flow of conversation, because my ranting, conflictions, and possible denial, made both Ben and myself feel uncomfortable. Besides, I still had some blank memories to fill and hopefully Ben could help.

“I don’t really. I just work at the restaurant in between semesters. He hired me personally when the place opened about two years ago. He used to be there a lot.”

“It’s his restaurant?”

“Well, yeah. I thought you knew? Why do you think nobody stopped you when…you know…when you did what you did?”

“I guess I thought everyone was just too scared.”

“In a sense you’re right. I wanted to warn him about what was going to happen, but I didn’t think he’d let me stay conscious long enough to get past the first two words.”

As inappropriate as the moment was, visuals of the public incident sparked in my mind. I could feel the cold table against my back, and Kincaid’s warm body on top of me. My thighs got hot just at the memory of his waist locked between them, while he shoved himself deeper inside me.

“I shouldn’t be surprised. He thinks being a prick is a profession.” I said, hoping the words would cool me down.

They didn’t.

Ben neither confirmed nor denied my opinions. I could tell he respected the guy for some reason, but he wasn’t quite sure about it himself.

“So, how did you know it was going to happen? Are you sleeping with enemy or something?” I started probing Ben.

“As exciting as that would be, it’s not the case. I overheard Frank making the final arrangements in the office at the restaurant, which was when I ran to get my car three blocks away.”

“Frank’s the guy Kincaid called just before we…did what we did.” My cheeks flushed a little as I repeated the discreet words Ben used earlier.

“And as far as I know Frank is also his go-to guy. I’m guessing Frank will be looking at other employment options after this.”

I didn’t usually take to people easily. Nothing was more difficult than forcing myself to like somebody I couldn’t stand, which was nine out of ten times. But Ben, and his mother, came across like people I’ve known for years. Like long lost family I loved dearly, but was made to leave behind due to life’s unpredictable turns.

“And you just decide to jump into the crossfire and save your criminal boss? That took some balls, considering all the things you’re risking.”

Ben’s natural sense of humor and humanity was beginning to restore my cynical faith in the general population. But it didn’t help me maintain my anger towards Kincaid.

“Since I was twelve years old my mother would wake me up at all hours of the night.” He walked around my bed and checked my IV line as he spoke. “She needed somebody to assist with stab wounds, gunshot wounds, and stitches for the working girls who got unlucky with a client. Where we lived she became known as Angel, because if somebody needed help, she was the person to call. And although I knew I could lose her to one of those emergency calls at any time, I also knew that she was doing what she was meant to do. And now, I have suicidal tendencies of my own.”

He emulated his mother’s smile and lightly flicked my hand.

“I’ll be back later to check on the special patient who can make me lose the license I don’t have.” He knocked twice on the bed and headed for the door. “I don’t know what’s on the breakfast menu today, but from what I smelled on my way in you’ll want to stick around. My old lady is one mean cook. Oh, and there’s a phone right next to you if you want to call somebody.”

His optimism was contagious and I actually looked forward to talking to him again.

“Hey, Ben.” I stopped him before he could leave.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks…for everything.”

“Don’t mention it…ever. I mean it! I want to be a licensed doctor someday.”

He gave me another smile, added a quick wink, then left me to myself again. I wasn’t sure if being lonely was something I wanted at that moment, but it felt good just being able to disappear for a while.

Plus, I had to figure out the mixture of feelings I had for Kincaid. There was no way I’d be walking out of there and forgetting about him now. He was going to haunt me if I didn’t at least face him one last time, just to get some kind of closure and realize what a piece of shit he is all over again.

I wanted him to wake up so I could personally give him a piece of my mind, and I’d be really angry if I didn’t get that chance.

“Oh shit…Danny.” I whispered to myself, suddenly panic stricken for his safety. Fuck knows why I was paranoid, because he wasn’t even near the restaurant. But I was paranoid nonetheless.

I grabbed the nearby phone and frantically started dialing. When it rang a third time I started getting nervous, and then Danny’s voice came on the other line.

“Hello?”

“Oh thank heavens, you’re okay. It’s me, Amy.” I said more than a little relieved.

“What the hell, Amy? Where are you?!”

“I’m not sure exactly, but I’m safe at least.”

“When are you coming back? Are you hurt?” He nagged without really listening.

“I can’t say, although it shouldn’t be more than a day or two.” I replied with some uncertainty, knowing I wouldn’t leave without seeing Kincaid conscious.

“Amy, are you sure you’re okay? Don’t you want me to come pick you up somewhere?”

Regardless of the thoughtless way Daniel went through life, he never stopped being concerned about me.

“I’m sure, Danny. But you can do me a favor? Can you hide away for a while?”

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