Page 14 of Knot My MC
It wasn’t right then, and it still isn’t right now, but the guys and I agreed we couldn’t risk Axel following through on his threat. He’s a fucking bastard, and he would do exactly what he said. He’d find a way to get her alone without her dad present, and he’d make her take his knot. A deep growl works up my throat.
Jag scowls back at me. “Stop.”
And I do, because if I wake Kiki up and she finds us in her house, we’re putting her in danger. We loiter downstairs, wandering around but not really doing anything but breathing her in and wishing we could go see her. Ten minutes pass and Jag heaves a heavy sigh.
“We should go.”
“One more minute,” I say between clenched teeth. They make candles that smell like cookies and baking, but they don’t even compare to Kiki’s sweet scent.
If we were stronger than Axel, this bullshit threat wouldn’t matter. If we had more to go at him with, he’d be the one in the hospital. We don’t have that now. We will though. I’ll do whatever it takes to get to the top, and once we’re there, the guys and I are coming for Axel’s head.
I only hate that it’ll take time to get that sort of power. It’s wrong to leave her. We should stay. Fuck the consequences. We can’t though. Crow is still hurt. He’s easy pickings. Making a stand now will only do more harm than good.
As much as I fucking despise my rationale, I know waiting is the only option that leaves us all alive. Waiting might destroy me.
“Come on.” Jag heads toward the door.
He’s right. We’ve been here long enough. We have no idea how long Kiren will be gone and we sure as shit can’t have him finding us. With slow steps, I trudge toward the front door. Every fiber of my being screams at me to stay put. There’s a coat rack mounted to the wall. A simple black scarf hangs on one hook. My hand wraps around it before I can fully commit to stealing it. I bring the fabric to my nose and breathe.
100% Kiki.
I wrap the scarf around my hand and join Jag on the front step. He locks the door from the inside and quietly shuts it, eyeing my prize.
“She’ll notice.”
“That’s the point. Maybe she’ll know it’s us—maybe she’ll understand we’re still here.”
He shakes his head. “I doubt it, but I’m not going to tell you to put it back. Next time I get to pick.”
A grin cuts across my face. “She’d be pissed if she knew.”
“She won’t find out, at least, not for a long time.”
We both tip our heads up and stare at her window. The light is still off. She’s safe.
That ache in my stomach is back, though.
Life is going to be hell without her, but for her sake, I have to do it. We have to do it.
I don’t think I’ve ever hated myself more.
* * *
CROW
The physical therapist arrives at the apartment with a giant smile and too much perfume. She says hello to the guys, who for some reason, have decided it appropriate to watch me suffer. I grind my jaw and stand without using any help.
“Crow.” The woman puts her hands on her hips. “Why are you so stubborn?”
“I don’t need a damn walker.”
Knox scoffs. “You can’t even go take a piss without it.”
“Shut up,” I growl. It’s been three fucking weeks. The hospital and doctors and this damn therapist are making a bigger deal out of the injury than needs to be made. I was able to ride with it, I should be able to walk now that they’ve fixed me up.
Only I can’t do much without the fucking walker. I can’t sneak into Kiki’s house with the guys. I can’t work. I can’t cook without hurting.
“I’m fine.”
