Free Pack Law by Marie Stephens Page B

am sure the sire
will let you leave once he is well again. Sire! Why would you call
him sire? We must hurry madam; his health is declining as we speak.
I start walking toward the door and turn to see two huge males
lifting Tristan out of the car and helping him in the house through
a side door. This all seems to get stranger and stranger. Maybe he
is getting worse. He hasn’t said anything to me in a while. I
haven’t been paying any attention to him since we arrived here at
the mansion. Could something have happened to him and I wasn’t
paying attention? I need to hurry and check on him. Why should I
care if something happens to him? He kidnapped me and brought me
here without my approval. I will help him then ask questions later.
Jeffery please take me to him now because I will not be staying
here long enough to worry about putting my bags away. As you wish
Madam, I will take you to him. The mansion is spacious and
beautiful inside. The place has been decorated exquisitely. Someone
has sophisticated tastes and it shows in the way things have been
arranged and decorated. There is art work on the walls and a nice
cozy fire in the corner of the room with comfy couches with pillows
placed all around it. I follow Jeffery down the hall until we stop
at the last door at the end of the hall. He knocks and someone
yells for us to enter. I enter the room and notice that there are
two huge men in the room with Tristan. They are the guys that
brought Tristan in from the car. The man to his right looks like he
weighs a good two hundred and fifty pounds and is 6’8” tall and
very muscular. He is as big as Tristan. He has long wavy hair brown
and has brown eyes. He has a very rugged handsome look to him. He
has tattoos from his pectoral muscles all the way down his arms.
They almost look like they are some type of tribal markings. The
guy to Tristan’s left is at least two hundred and fifty pounds and
looks to be 6’10” and has long blond hair and blue eyes. He is very
muscular and also has the tattoos in the same places as the last
guy. These guys look like they fell out of a bodybuilding
completion. They are very handsome and are not lacking in looks
department at all. It is unusual to have this many good looking men
in one place. I wonder if they are gay. “We are not gay”, replied
the man to Tristan’s right. “I didn’t say anything”, replied Ava.
“I heard what your mind said. We like women very much and we are
not afraid to show it”, he replied. I am sorry; I didn’t mean to
offend anyone and how did you know what I said, replied Ava? I was
born with the gift of hearing other people’s thoughts. My name is
Zane and my friend here is Christian. My name is Ava and it is nice
to meet you both. “We need you to tend to Tristan’s wounds”,
replied Zane. “I will do the best I can but I am not a doctor,”
replied Ava. We will trust that you will do what’s best for him. “I
need the both of you to lie him down on the bed and strip off his
clothes. I will need your help turning him to get the bullets out
of his back,” replied Ava. “We will do what is necessary to make
him better”, replied Christian. “That is good to hear because he is
going to need all the help he can get,” replied Ava. The guys
unbutton his jeans and pull them off and throw them onto the floor.
Tristan lost his shirt when he was brought in by EMS. They usually
cut peoples clothes off. I guess they only got as far as his
shirt.
     

Chapter 2
    Beside the bed there is a metal tray with all
kinds of surgical equipment and bandages. They were not kidding
when they said they would have all the supplies I would need. “What
kind of place is this,” asked Ava? “This is our home. We have a lot
of people hear and we usually take care of each other’s injuries if
needed”, replied Zane. I look on the tray and find a pair of
surgical tweezers, scissors, and a suture kit. I grab a bunch of
gauze and lay them out on the tray. I walk over