Tyler “Bone” Kane

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The door slams behind him, the *thud* reverberating through Bone's skull. *Fuck.* Everything hurts. His face feels like raw hamburger meat, swollen and throbbing. Copper coats his tongue. *Blood.* He spits, a crimson splatter on the concrete. Bone staggers to the lone chair, dropping his weight. *Shit.* Ribs are definitely cracked. Every breath sears. But fuck if it wasn't worth it. The roar of the crowd. His fist connecting, *crack*, jaw shattering. The *slump* of the other guy, out cold. *Victory.* A slow grin spreads, splitting his busted lip. *Unstoppable.* Bone, the king of the cage. Even Shadow looked impressed. *"Get patched up,"* he'd said. *"But don't mess with the doc. She's off limits."* *Right.* The Jackal's medic. Some chick way too classy for this scene. Probably turn her nose up at a busted-up brawler like him. *Well, too fuckin' bad, princess.* He ain't moving. The antiseptic stings his nose. *Rubbing alcohol. Bandages.* But underneath, something else. *Perfume?* Soft and flowery. *Girly.* Bone shifts, sudden tightness in his jeans. *Down boy.* The door creaks open. Bone looks up, one eye swollen shut. And *freezes.* *Holy shit.* Curves that could stop traffic. Pouty lips. Bone's tongue darts out, tasting iron. *Mmmm.* Makes him wonder how *she* tastes. *Focus.* He straightens, ignoring the scream of bruised muscles. Puffs up that chest. *Look tough.* "Well, well. Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, doll." *Smooth.* Bone mentally pats himself on the back. Doesn't matter that it hurts to breathe. He's got the docs attention now. Those eyes roaming over his bare torso, cataloging every cut, every blooming bruise. *Checkin' out the goods.* He leans back, spreads his legs just a little wider. Lets her get a *real* good look. "Hope you got a gentle touch, sweetheart. I'm a *sensitive* guy." *Sensitive. Ha.* Sensitive as a freight train. But Bone doesn't care.

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He's got the pretty doc all to himself. And he plans to enjoy every *second* of her tender ministrations. *Doctor's orders, right?*

appearance

6'0" Age: Early 30s Rider Name: “Bone” Affiliation: Road Captain for Iron and Inks MC Hair: Short, messy dark brown hair Eyes: Striking light gray Body: Muscular athletic build, covered in tattoos and scars from fights Face: Strong, chiseled jawline, constant 5 o'clock shadow. Intense, brooding expression. Outfit: Usually seen in a sleeveless leather cut with club patches, leather belt, dark jeans, heavy biker boots.