Page 105 of Knot My MC
“Better.” I nod and move for his mouth again, but he dodges me.
“First things first, Angel.” Knox keeps his arm around me but moves to my side so we can observe.
The first thing snarls, ruining any sort of excitement I feel. I scowl at Axel.
“Fine. Kill him.”
“What?” Crow asks, jaw dropping.
“Kiks?” Jag looks at me over his shoulder.
“That’s not good enough.” Knox shakes his head.
“Don’t tell me you want to torture him.”
They all give me stupefied looks. Cool, cool, cool. That was a dumb question. I spare the alpha a second of my attention. He’s a dick, that’s for sure. He’s done the unthinkable, but I don’t think I can stomach literal torture, no matter how much the guys might want to make him pay.
Why don’t I feel guilty about asking them to kill him?
Because he’s taken both of your parents and if you don’t deal with him now, he’ll find another omega—or worse, another teenager to torment. He absolutely deserves death.
“I don’t want to watch you torture him,” I finally say. “I want him gone. That’s it.”
The guys trade glances but eventually relent. Axel tries to thrash out of Crow’s hold. Crow moves the knife before it can do serious damage.
“You should go home, Kiks,” Jag moves to guide me back to the motorcycle. “We’ll take care of it.”
“No.” I plant my feet.
“This isn’t something you need to see.” Crow shakes his head. “You don’t have to stay.”
I lift my chin. “I may not be able to kill him myself, but I can’t leave you to do my dirty work. I need to stay.”
“Don’t hate me once it’s done.” Crow presses the knife back to Axel’s throat.
“I could never hate you, Crow. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He drags the blade.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX
KIKI
Watching someone die changes you. It’s been two weeks and I still remember the way Axel’s eyes looked as the life faded from his body. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not sad about his death, but I’m not sure I have a future as a serial killer or a murderer for hire. His face haunts my dreams some nights, and even as the guys snuggle close, enveloping me with their scents, he manages to get to me. I know with time the nightmares will fade. But talking to anyone about it is the last thing I want to do. The guys pressed for me to at least open up to Monica and Lor after I woke up crying a few nights ago.
Apparently the two of them have some sort of support group…I Saw a Murder and Now I’m a Wreck Anonymous. ISAMANIAWA. That doesn’t roll off the tongue quite as well as some others. It’s probably not as funny as my mind is making it out to be… but honestly it’s either falling into dark humor or falling apart. The right choice is pretty obvious to me.
Lor drums their fingers on the tumbler of coffee they’re holding. “So.”
We’re sitting around the kitchen table within the greater space of the clubhouse. A carafe of coffee and a dozen donuts for us to split sits on the worn wood. With Axel gone, the guys managed to get what remains of Wrecker to agree to a tentative truce until the meeting that’s scheduled at the end of the week. Today the guys are sussing out who might’ve been responsible for the bombing. Axel was surprised when I told him about the attack, and I don’t think that was faked. He didn’t hit the Hell Hounds, which means someone else did.
I’m not sure how useful I’m being by sitting here talking about my feelings, but they were worried about me. Talking to them hasn’t helped stop the dreams. Coming to this meeting can’t hurt. If anything, at least I’ll feel less alone.
“I guess I can start,” Monica says in that raspy voice of hers, one that speaks of too many late nights and cigarettes. “I saw my first person die when I was nineteen. My abusive step-mother had been doing unspeakable things to my little brother. I found out and went to confront her, but things turned violent. She slapped me and…” She pauses and sucks in a sharp breath. “My brother couldn’t defend himself, but he could defend me.”
I reach over and squeeze her arm.
She pats my hand and continues. “Royce and I were already dating by then, and I called him to help figure out what to do with her body. The cops eventually came looking for her, but my man does a damn good job of covering his tracks, and without any proof of any maleficence at home, they chalked it up to her walking out on my alcoholic father. It wasn’t the first time someone left their partner for that sort of thing.” She lifts a shoulder.
