![]() ![]() 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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