Page 38 of Knot My MC
The door to the clubhouse slams open, and I glance over my shoulder. Five guys strapped with guns march toward us, ready to take care of business if need be. Knox lifts his hand and they all stop in their tracks. I study his profile, but his eyes are set on Axel. Knox is so calm and collected compared to the fuming jerk.
My foot lifts off the ground, my body finally giving in after fighting the command for as long as I could. Crow appears in front of me, placing his back toward Axel and cutting the alpha-hole off from my line of sight. His eyes search my face. I give him nothing. Lifting his hand, he places it on my shoulder before I can take another step. I hate that I’m thankful for his help.
“Get your hands off my omega,” Axel snarls. I shift to the side to go around Crow, the desire to do as I’m bid now almost painful. The longer I resist, the more it hurts. Crow’s fingers ever so slightly tighten. He’s not hurting me, but he is trying to stop me. A shot rings out, pinging off the metal at Axel’s feet.
“Stop!” Axel demands. Not at me, but his words hit me all the same, and my body becomes mine once more.
I flinch and take a few steps back. Crow matches me step for step, walking forward, only he doesn’t stop when I do, and I’m forced to continue moving or get knocked on my ass. My back smacks into the fence, and I grunt in surprise.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Am I okay?
“You’ve outstayed your welcome, Axel.” Knox’s voice prevents me from answering Crow. “Though I’m surprised you had the balls to show up here at all. How’s your face?”
I furrow my brow. “Did you guys do that?” I whisper the question before I can stop myself.
Why does it matter?
Why do I care?
Do they?
Crow doesn’t respond. His hands fall on either side of my body, fingers wrapping around the iron bars as he cages me in. Even though I know he’s only doing it to keep me from going to Axel if he commands me to, my stomach does a nervous flip. Crow’s a lot bigger than he used to be. A lot more sure of himself too.
They were all confident back then. Maybe a little arrogant but confident. Now though, the way they hold themselves tells me they’ve done things that back up that cockiness. They can be true to their words in a way they hadn’t before.
Is it wrong to mourn missing out on the last shred of innocence they finally lost?
Crow drums his fingers next to my head. I glance at his left hand, noticing the smudges of pencil covering the side of his hand. He stops tapping his fingers once he sees me staring.
“She’s mine,” Axel growls.
“Have you always been this delusional?” Jag drawls. I’d give anything to see his face right now, but Crow’s still shielding me from everything.
“Say the word and I’ll shoot this Wrecker dirt bag.” This from one of the guys who burst out of the clubhouse.
“Just like you did to Kiren?”
My eyes fly to Crow, and I gasp softly. He shakes his head.It wasn’t us, his face says. Once upon a time, I would have believed him without a second of hesitation. Now? I’m not sure if I can trust them. They ratted on me. They left me. They own me.
My heart trembles in my chest, unable to take yet another betrayal at their hands. I pinch my eyelids shut and breathe, dropping my head back to rest against the iron bars behind me.
“Ki—”
“Don’t,” I rasp, shaking my head. “Don’t.”
Crow doesn’t try to say anything else. His fingers tap against the iron again, the soft thumps filling my head and matching my racing heartbeat. My thoughts are tumultuous as I try to figure out if they truly killed my father or not. It would make sense, them going after him. He’s the second in command and as much as Axel pretends, my dad is a big reason why the MC followed Axel after he murdered the other alphas. If Kiren Malone could stomach the asshole, so could they.
Dad is gone now though. Were they trying to start a war within Wrecker? Disrupt the complicated yet peaceful dynamic of the clubs?
“Yeah, have fun fucking his killers, Kiki. Kiren would be really proud of his baby girl.” Axel hocks and spits on the ground.
Knox and Jag don’t refute the accusations.
Neither do any of their men.
“Tell you what,” Jag says, an edge of madness creeping into his voice. “I’ll give you ten seconds to get the fuck off our property before I see if I can use my bare hands to rip your head off your body.”
