Page 46 of Knot My MC
“Get out of my way.” Tension chases Hayden’s words, filling the room with static electricity. One wrong move and this all goes to shit.
Sighing, I scrub my hand over my face. “Listen, man. You said her old pack doesn’t deserve her. Leaving her here will only seal her fate. Camila,” I spit the vile woman’s name, “will send her to the auctions. Have you ever been to one of those?”
He doesn’t answer, but some type of understanding flashes across his face.
“She’ll end up in the same situation or worse. All I’m asking is for you to take a coffee break. By the time you come back, we’ll be gone.”
“The law—”
“Fuck your law,” I growl. “She’s my friend’s little sister, man. Go get a coffee. Let me help her.”
His eyebrows pinch together and he side-eyes Jag. We wanted to do this as clean as possible, but we’re not leaving Kody’s little sister behind. The guy’s shoulders drop, a sure sign of defeat, and he lowers his head with a stiff nod.
“You have ten minutes.” He pushes past Jag.
“I only need five,” I call after him. Once he’s clear of the room, I nod at the guys and they help me disconnect Nova from all the machines. I put a call in to the doctor the MC has on payroll. It takes fifteen minutes to get from here to the club. That better be enough. I scoop my arms under her body and pick her up.
We head from the room and make it all the way to that front nurses’ station before anyone bothers to pay attention to us.
“Hey!” Tammy shouts.
“Keep walking,” I mutter.
“You said you wouldn’t cause any trouble! Security!” she screeches, but we’re already passing through the door. By the time the rent-a-cops make it to the parking lot, we’re already speeding away with Nova lying across the third row seat. Jag and I hold her in place while Punchy tears down the road.
“Garage this SUV for a while and change the plates, Punchy.”
“Sure thing, Prez.”
The current plates are fake, but I don’t want to take any chances. The face masks might have saved us from the cameras, but the cop knew exactly who we were. He can’t say anything without admitting some sort of guilt. That has to be enough to keep us in the clear.
“How do you think Kiki is doing?” Jag whispers.
“As well as she can be,” I murmur.
“I hope she’s not mad at us for leaving,” he says.
“Crow’s there with her.”
Punchy snickers.
Lifting an eyebrow, I kick my foot at the back of his seat. “You have something to say, Punch?”
He glances at me in the rearview. “You guys are worried about her being mad at you for leaving, but I think you might want to worry a bit more about that omega’s scent being all over you.” He jerks his chin toward the back.
“She’ll understand.” I can say that as much as I want, but I’m suddenly worried Kiki will be mad. Omegas can be territorial, sometimes more so than alphas. She’s been pretty cold to us so far. Maybe she won’t even care. Or maybe she’ll get pissed and go for Nova. A twisted smile tugs at my lips. I don’t want to see Nova hurt, but at least if Kiki does get mad, we’ll know she still cares.
I’ll take her wrath over nothing any day of the week.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
KIKI
I wake up to a door slamming. The bedside table reads a bit past one in the morning, about the time I usually make my way to bed. I managed to cry myself to sleep and now I’m too wired to rest. Being no stranger to being up late at night, I release a soft breath and roll out of bed. My hair is a little messy, but I don’t care. Just like I can’t bring myself to be bothered by the way my teeth feel against my lips.
Self-care things feel a little pointless tonight.
Past experience tells me I should force myself to brush my hair and teeth, but the guys are banging around in the kitchen and I think I smell bacon. My stomach grumbles and a wave of irrational frustration surges through me. Why the fuck are they being so loud? Why are they cooking?
