Page 37 of Knot My MC
With the territories they’ve recently claimed outside of Dolin, Hell Hounds has over a hundred members.
Wrecker only had fifty. We were smaller, but part of that is because of the Hounds. They’re no saints, that’s for damn sure. A pretty, rail thin woman saunters over. Her pupils are blown wide, and her jaw moves back and forth when she stops in front of us. “Hey, sugar,” she croons to Crow.
He merely sighs. “Who let you in, Tina?”
“Motor said it was okay.” Tina bristles and slants her gaze to me. “She smells.” Her stringy bleach blonde hair hangs down her back.
Jag chuckles, and I glare at him. It’s not my fault the pheromones make it their personal mission to embarrass me whenever they get a chance, though I’m thankful for them right now. At least the guys know without a doubt I’m not happy about this situation.
“This is Kiki. She’s our omega,” Knox says smoothly, as if those words are of no consequence.
“I’m not—”
“She’s in denial,” Jag interrupts me. “She’s not to be fucked with, understood?”
“The kings are finally taking a queen?” Tina checks me out. “She looks soft.”
Rude.
“Don’t let her fool you,” Crow murmurs. “You need to go home, Tina. Get cleaned up.”
“I’m fine,” she hollers, throwing her hands into the air. “Everyone is always telling me to clean up. I took a damn shower this morning.”
Knox steps toward her, and I hold my breath, expecting some sort of violence at her directly disobeying an alpha. He doesn’t raise a finger to her. He does raise his voice to say, “Get home and detox, Tina. Stop fucking around with Sneaky’s shit.” The command isn’t for me, and yet I find myself pissed as though he told me what to do and not her.
“Sneaky shit.” Tina cackles and begins heading toward the side gate. The sidewalks are well lit, but I have a moment of worry about her heading out into the night this messed up. Hopefully she lives close.
“It’s like that now?” I ask Knox once Tina is far enough away. “You say the word and people fall at your feet to do as they’re told?”
Knox turns and prowls toward me, body moving with a familiar fluid grace. He’s upon me in three seconds. I lock my legs and tip my head back.
“She’s an addict, and Sneaky doesn’t give a fuck about her. All that prick cares about is getting paid, so yeah, I used my power on her, but you and I both know it won’t last forever.” He heaves a breath.
My cheeks heat. They know what Axel commanded all those years ago, but they don’t know about his most recent demands.
“This is for her own good. There are people out here who don’t care how far gone Tina is. She needs to get sober.” Knox is so adamant it’s hard to argue with him. “You’ve been around Axel long enough to know how his alpha bark works, right?”
How dare he ask that question.
I swallow and stare at his nose. “Trust me, I know all too well exactly how it works.”
Something shifts in the air, a tangible wave of frustration.
“What did he do?” Jag asks.
“Nothing,” I lie. I’ve already said too much about trying to escape. “Why do you care anyway?” Growing the balls he mentioned earlier, I push Knox back a few steps and shake my head. “Why the hell did you come to the auctions? Didn’t you all decide you were done with me three years ago? Is this your final way to get at my dad after his death? Buy his daughter and patch her over as a Hound?”
“It’s not like that,” Crow says. His deep green eyes are hard to read, but there’s a hint of a plea in them.
“Then what’s it like, Crow?”
Before he can answer, a motorcycle tears down the street and screeches to a halt outside their gate. Axel rips his helmet off and tosses it on the ground. My breath catches. His face is beat to hell and his nose is definitely broken. Someone kicked his ass. Guess that explains why he didn’t show up at the auction.
“Kiki, get over here,” he demands, stopping just outside the gate.
Grinding my teeth, I fist my hands and dig my heels in, trying my hardest to resist the pull to submit and do as I’m told.
“Don’t listen to him,” Jag says quietly. There’s no command in his voice.
