In Too Deep

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(Not exactly what I imagine the office looking like but it gives off the same energy)

Ringing is what wakes me up this time. My eyes forcefully open to see Jack still in bed with me. I bury my head and hold him to me.

"Shut that shit off" I groan and he stirs trying to wake up as well.

"What is it?" he says into the speaker. His arm tightens around me and I desperately chase sleep knowing it's extremely early just by his presence still being here.

"Where is he?" he asks. I look up at him to see his eyebrows scrunched up.

"Yeah I know. Tell him we'll be down in a few" and with that his phone call finishes.

"Shower quickly and meet me downstairs" he pats my ass and I groan.

"For?" I question and he rolls his eyes.

"You're going for a checkup" at this I blink away sleep and sit up next to him.

"Check up. With who exactly?" I ask.

"Doctor. Now go shower" I roll my eyes and move to get out of bed but he pulls me back with a hard grip on my wrist.

"Watch it" he warns me and I look at him.

"Kiss my ass" I rip my wrist out of his grasp and stand up. His hand manages to connect with my ass and I hiss at the biting pain. I flip him off before shutting the bathroom door behind me.

Once I finish up he doesn't wait too long before cleaning up as well. I just have on a pair of sweats and an oversized band shirt that has gone through the war or two. My jaw is better than it was yesterday, no nasty bruise has developed which i'm glad about. I already hate wearing makeup as it is. I'd hate to have to wear it more often.

I wait for him downstairs with a warm cup of coffee in one hand and a cookie in the other. We're in desperate need of groceries—I mean, he is in desperate needs of groceries.

"Let's go" I finish off the cup and follow behind him as he leads the way to the mill. Many of his men greet him on the way there but he doesn't pay much attention to them.

Of course just fuck basic decency.

When we reach the main area I see Johnny talking with a few of Jacks men with a large blue print in front of them.

"Mornin Johnny" I give him a small smile and he nods in my direction. He looks over at Jack and points down the hall. I continue to follow him as he leads me down the dimly lit pathway. We reach a room that has been constructed into a makeshift doctors office.

There's a metal table against the wall with parchment paper spread across it. To the side is a wall filled with different vials with liquid in them, a box full of medical waste and another with needle kits. Surgical materials inside the drawers. I hardly believe any of this shit is sanitary considering how disgusting this whole entire mill is.

"Doc, meet my doctor, Dr. Goldman" I stick out my hand to greet him but he scoffs at me. He's medium built, his hair is thinning and his eyes are a dull brown. I look at his attire but aside from the white, or should I say off-white labcoat he has on, he doesn't look like much of a doctor. His hands are calloused and look as if he hasn't washed his hands in a long while.

"You're late" he scolds Jack and he pats his shoulder.

"Lucky im here old man" he chuckles before standing against the wall.

"You know I do my best work bright and early—sit" I sit on the metal table.

He does a routinely check up with the tools he has which is surprisingly a lot considering what his office looks like.