Page 102 of Knot My MC
“Don’t worry about that right now. We’ll deal with that when I get you back.” A door slams in the background. “Move your ass, Kiki. You can’t let them catch you.”
“I won’t.”
He hangs up. No see you later or goodbye. I drop my head back and stare at the navy painted ceiling. Please don’t let this be the worst decision I’ve ever made. It sounded like a solid plan at the time, but I’m a little worried now. He could hurt me in the time it takes for the guys to get to us.
He won’t until he gets what he’s been waiting for.
And as much of an asshole as he is, Axel doesn’t strike me as someone who would enjoy knotting a corpse. No. He’ll want me alive for that. My safety relies on holding him off for as long as I can. The guys will get there before anything bad happens.
I continue to reassure myself, but there’s a sliver of doubt in the back of my mind.
What if they don’t make it in time?
* * *
There wasn’t much time to waste after I hung up the phone. I quickly filled the guys in and gave them the location where Axel wants to meet. Route 214 is way out in the middle of nowhere. The perfect place for sketchy drug deals. Jag lets me borrow his bike and I take off. They promise to be ten minutes behind, giving me enough time to convince Axel I’m being genuine and hopefully enough time for them to get there before anything bad happens.
The vibration of the Harley’s motor works into every centimeter of my body. Grounding myself in the constant and familiar sensation, I accelerate to ten miles over the speed limit. The longer I take the more Axel will suspect something is wrong. As far as he knows, I wanted to escape and I’m desperate to get back to him.
Signage for Route 214 appears sooner than I’d like. Gripping the handle bars, I calm my fluttering nerves and remember why we’re doing this. Axel killed both of my parents. He burned my childhood home, and he tried to force me into a heat so we could mate. The past few days, I’ve tried over and over to find something redeeming about him. Something that might suggest letting him rot in a prison cell would be punishment enough, but there was nothing. I’ve known the guy for twenty-one years and I can’t think of a single good thing about him. He’s ruthless and cruel. He’s a murderer. He deserves what’s coming.
Slowing, I take the turn and immediately spot Axel parked under the shade of an ancient tree. The trunk is wide and the branches are full of leaves. There’s plenty of cover. It’s probably why Axel picked this spot. I pull up beside his bike and kick the stand down, hopping off with the engine still running. I toss the helmet aside and jump into his arms, burying my head against his shoulder and forcing myself to relax.
“Whoa, whoa,” he shouts over the roar of the motorcycle. His arms come around me, and his chest rises as he takes a deep inhale, breathing in my scent.
The little excursion with Jag is fresh and what was left of my heat in the nest lingers on my skin. I fist his vest and let my body embrace the tremor of fear I feel at his presence. I’m brave enough to be bait, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scared shitless. This is the same alpha who tried to force my heat. Shivers rattle through me. His touch makes me want to scrub my skin with bleach. His scent makes me want to vomit. I swallow back bile and breathe, forcing myself to remain soft in his hold.
“Kiki,” he says sternly, pushing me out of his arms. “Shut your bike off.”
The command should snap through me, but it doesn’t. I go ram-rod straight anyway, pretending like I’m under his control. I move a little slower than normal, dragging out every action to delay the inevitable. As soon as the engine cuts out, Axel pounces. He grabs my shoulders and spins me around. His mouth presses to mine and I let him. I swear if he puts his tongue in my mouth, I’ll bite it off.
I break away before he can take the kiss further. “Axel, wait, I have so much to tell you.”
His eyes bounce between mine. “You’ve already told me everything I need to know. I knew you’d come back to me.”
Fuck you.
He comes in for another kiss, but I shake my head and press my fingers to his lips, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Please, it’s important. It’s about the safe house.” I lower my hand and run my palm over his chest, smoothing his shirt.
Stiffening, he narrows his gaze. “You took my money.”
“No,” I say quickly. “They forced me to tell them all kinds of things about Wrecker. Axel, the club is in danger.”
“You snitched,” he snaps.
I wince, not a feigned reaction. “I didn’t have a choice, Axel. They made me.” Pinching my eyebrows together, I drop my gaze. “You know how much Wrecker means to me. The MC is the only family I have left.”
“You didn’t want me to take you as a mate,” he reminds me. “You made that fucking clear to that bitch Camila.”
“I was grieving,” I say with a heavy sigh. “I took it out on you, and I’m really, really sorry for that. Can you forgive me?” I lift my eyes to meet his. “I belong with Wrecker, Axel. I belong with you.”
He brushes some hair from my shoulder, and I would think he was trying to be sweet if not for the way he pinches my shoulder. “You understand you’re in trouble, right?”
He’s a sick fuck.
Only a few more minutes until the guys get here.
