Page 24 of Knot My MC
Kiki, only it’s not her usual vanilla and sugared scent. It’s coated in brine. She’s scared. Or she was.
Why the fuck does he smell like her?
Why the hell is she afraid?
His threat. If he so much as touched her… Jag and Crow must smell it too, because suddenly the three of us are growling, a fierce desire to protect what was once ours. She should still be ours. I level Axel with a look, all attempts to smooth over our relationship fleeing my mind as I focus on the only thing that matters in the moment.
Axel licks his lips and sneers, knowing the exact reason why we’re pissed. “She’s going to be real fun, boys.”
I shove his chest and pull my gun, pressing the barrel to his forehead before he can even recover. “I will blow your head off if you touch her.”
“Just like you did to Kiren?” he goads, his smile sayinggotchawhile the men at his back prepare to defend their Prez. We don’t have enough men to fight. I can’t let Jag and Crow die.
“We didn’t kill Kiren.” I grind my teeth together and force my hand to lower despite my mind rebelling at the thought.Fucking save her,the voice inside my head rages, but what can we do?
We’re outmanned and outgunned. Even if I killed Axel now, the guys and I would be dead shortly thereafter and that wouldn’t do Kiki much good.
“Then who did it? We know you were planning to steal our drugs.”
Fucking Jimmy. Two timing shit bag.
“Then you know where we were waiting,” Crow cuts in, pointing his own gun at Axel’s men. “You knew where to expect us. Why would we risk stealing the drop to off Kiren?”
“You know it wasn’t us,” Jag adds. “Your guys killed two of our own for no good reason. Tell your men to stand down before we end up with a good reason to go to war.”
“What’d you say, motherfucker?” one of Axel’s groupies snarls.
“Drop the guns.” Axel’s voice cuts across the air, his alpha command strong and firm.
“You have to command them to make them listen?” I lift an eyebrow.
“You do what has to be done when you’re the Prez.”
“My crew listens because they respect me, not because they fear me.” I trade a look with Crow and nod. He lowers his weapon.
“How about you worry about your people and I’ll worry about mine?” Axel’s face might be permanently lined with how hard he’s scowling.
“And Kiki? Who’s worrying about her?” Jag asks the question I’ve been dying to hear the answer to.
Axel scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s been three years and you kids are still whipped? She must have one pretty puss—”
I grab his throat and slug him in the gut. Axel sputters, trying to catch his breath, but I tighten my grip. His men bring their guns up but so do mine. Time slows down as I stare into the eyes of a dead man walking.
“Like I said,” I release him, taking three steps away to avoid the fist he throws at my face, “you touch her and we’re going to have a problem.”
“She’s not your omega.”
Wrong. She’s my everything. She’s our everything, he’s too stupid to realize that yet. Kiki has always been and will always be ours. The threats he issued all those years ago might’ve kept us away, but Kiren is gone now and Axel can eat gravel. There’s no one left in Wrecker that’ll protect her from him.
Kiki belongs with us, but I have to find a way to talk to her first. I won’t force her to come with us. The thought of leaving her here makes me want to punch Axel again. I’ve already worn out my welcome, and while I’ve confirmed Axel knows Kiren’s death wasn’t our fault, he won’t let me get away with attacking him more than once.
Axel rubs his jaw and studies the three of us. “I’ll give you that pass because you’re young and your dick is controlling you. Next time though? I’m going to make sure the last thing you see is the bullet coming out of my gun.”
“I hear you.” I back toward my bike, smart enough not to turn my back on him. “I meant what I said,” I say as I sling my leg over my Harley. “You hurt her—”
“She’s Wrecker, kid. Worry about your own crew.”
I bite my cheek to keep from growling out loud or saying something that’ll be punctuated by gunshots. I’ll find a way to get her out of there, but now isn’t the time. I nod at Crow and Jag and we start our bikes together, backing out as one unit and tearing down the street and out of sight.
