Page 45 of Knot My MC
“She’s in room 118.” Tammy points toward the wall. A sign shows which direction to head to get there. “Don’t cause any problems.” There’s a hint ofor elsein her words. Sometimes I forget how badass nurses are. They put up with more shit than they deserve day in and day out.
“We’ll behave,” I say even though what we’re about to do is going to break all sorts of protocols. No sense in tipping her off to that though. I rap my knuckles on the desk and we head toward the right, cutting around another corner before we reach room 118. The door is mostly closed and the monitor inside is steadily beeping. I glance at the guys. Maybe she should stay here. If she needs continuous monitoring right now, we could be doing more harm than good.
“It’s what Kody would have wanted,” Jag reminds me.
He looked out for Kiki when we couldn’t, and we promised to keep an eye on his little sister. I hate that we didn’t know something was wrong, but we’re here to help her now though, here to keep her away from Camila.
I push the door all the way open. The sight of her laid up on the bed nearly knocks me on my ass. This is the kid who used to shoot spitballs at me and the guys when she’d come to visit Kody. She’s older now, twenty-three if I’m remembering right, four years younger than what Kody would have been. She’s malnourished, skin paler than it should be, and her hair—dyed darker than it was the last time I saw her—looks like it hasn’t been washed for days.
It isn’t until the guy stands that I realize someone is in the room. Not just anyone though, a cop. I stiffen and narrow my eyes right as he does the same. His close cropped brown hair and perfectly starched uniform scream Boy Scout. What the hell is he doing here? Is he one of her pack?
“You’re not her pack,” he says after taking each of us in. His attention drops to our waists. The shirts cover the guns, but he knows they’re there. Any cop worth their badge would recognize the bulkiness.
“Are you?” I ask.
“No. I’m waiting for her pack.”
I glance back to Nova. She looks fragile. Kody would hate it. “Why?”
“Because they’re facing jail time for trafficking their omega.”
Humming, I step into the room followed closely by Jag. The cop’s shoulders bunch together.
“Isn’t that a bit… hypocritical?” I ask.
Punchy and Hammer post up outside the room.
“How do you mean?” The guy doesn’t take his eyes off of us.
“Charging their pack for trafficking when the Omega Council does the same thing. Is it because you all want to keep the money for yourselves?”
Jag cracks his knuckles, a habit that the cop zeroes in on.
“Killing me won’t get to them.”
I bark out a laugh. “Relax, man. What’s your name?”
“Hayden,” he says stiffly.
“I’m Knox, but I take it you already knew that?”
“Hell Hounds isn’t exactly on the right side of the law,” he says with a bored look.
“Who’s to say what’s right and wrong when the law was corrupt to begin with?” Jag moves to the wall and leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest and managing to look tough even with the stupid mask he’s wearing.
“The Omega Council is the legislative body over omegas. I can’t change what they do.” Hayden grinds his jaw. “It doesn’t matter that I agree with you.”
Hm. Maybe we can work this angle.
“She doesn’t belong with the pack who sold her.” I step toward the bed and pick up her chart. Most of what’s written I don’t understand. Vital signs are scribbled down, but I’m not smart enough to be a nurse. The parts about heroin and detox are all I need to know for now.
“I agree with that.”
“Good. Then you’ll stand down and let us do what needs to be done.” I step around the bed and ease the tube of oxygen out of her nose and up over her head.
“What are you doing?” Hayden goes to take a step, as if to stop me, but Jag advances, blocking him from reaching me.
“Step back.”
