![]() ![]() There was no way in hell he was spending the next hundred and eighty years strapped to a wheelchair. He didn’t give a f**k what the doctors said. ![]() ![]() There was no way he was letting his future mate think that he needed to piss in a bag, even if he did, besides this little setback was only temporary. He’d find a way to ditch it before they reached the compound. He wasn’t too worried about the catheter, at least not right now. “Fine, but let’s get the hell out of here before someone catches us,” Chris said impatiently. “Madison is already going to kill me when she realizes that I took you and since I don’t feel like sleeping on the couch for eternity we’re not going to add pissing in her car to our list of f**k ups tonight.” “I’m not yanking your catheter out,” Ephraim, his adopted father and one hell of a stubborn Pyte, said dryly. “Just yank it the hell out!” Chris hissed quietly, throwing an anxious glance at his closed bedroom door. ![]()
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