Page 73 of Knot My MC
“You can have it.”
Monica scoffs. “You’re too nice.”
I shrug. “I didn’t play to take their money.” I gesture to the big guy. “He looks like he’s about to faint and we both know ambulances are expensive.”
“You’re such a shit.” Lor shakes their head.
“Man, who invited this Wrecker chick into the clubhouse?” Mountain’s chest is puffed but his eyes dance with mirth.
“That would be us,” Crow’s deep voice slices through the easy humor. His arms wrap around me from behind, pressing himself against me. “Do we have a problem?”
Mountain stiffens and takes a few steps back with his hands raised. “I was joking, Crow.”
“Didn’t Rukus tell you not to mess with our woman?” Jag struts right by where Crow has me held hostage and advances on Mountain.
Fucking hell.
I shove out of Crow’s hold and race after Jag, stepping between him and the biker. “Stop.” I put my hand on his chest. “We were playing a game. He was nice, but he’s a sore loser. He’s not actually being a dick to me.”
Crystal blue eyes study my face. “You’re a Hound now.
“What’s going on?” Knox snaps from behind us. Crow quickly fills him in. Meanwhile Jag holds my gaze, nostrils flaring slightly when Mountain grumbles something about possessive alphas under his breath. I flex my fingers against his chest and shake my head.
“—gave her a hard time for being Wrecker,” Crow finishes.
Mountain groans. “I was joking, Prez.”
“Oh, leave the poor prick alone,” Monica says. “Your omega took all his money.”
“He wasn’t being rude to me.” I raise my voice so Knox and Crow can hear what I’m saying too. “Please, leave him alone.” I squint at Jag. “If you hurt him, I’m not sleeping in your bed tonight.”
Jag bristles. “Are you threatening me?”
“What are you going to do about it?” I fist his shirt and yank him toward me. “Leave him alone, or else.” I let the rest of the threat hang in the air.
“You’re a mean woman,” he whispers. I nod and wait him out. Finally, he relents and steps back. “Fine. He’s free to go without an ass beating.”
“Good.” I glance at Mountain over my shoulder. “Sorry, they’re dicks when they think someone is being mean to me.”
The three of them release little growls, sounding like tiny little chihuahuas. I bite my cheek to keep from teasing them. For all of Mountain’s frustration about losing the game, I don’t think he’s really that mad at me so much as himself and I haven’t felt threatened by him. Right now I’m worried about my guys losing their cool because they feel the need to protect me.
I’m about to tell them we should head to the apartment when a loud boom shakes the clubhouse. On instinct, everyone drops to the ground as another explosion sounds. Glass explodes and rains down. Jag covers me with his body.
My ears ring, screams and shouts fading in and out, like someone is messing with the volume on a TV. Putrid smoke fills the space.
What happened?
Jag’s on top of me, but where are the other two? I try to wiggle out from under the alpha on top of me. My hearing returns at full volume. People are shouting. Monica screams and my heart jumps into my throat. Is she hurt?
A fire whooshes to life somewhere nearby, crackling and popping.
Oh my god. We’re all in danger. Where are the guys?
“Knox! Crow!” I yell. They don’t answer. I move again.
“It’s not safe.” Jag tries to keep me pinned. I understand why, but there are no gunshots. Whoever hit the club isn’t here with guns, or at least, I hope not. Regardless, I need to lay eyes on Knox and Crow. Rolling onto my back, I dig my knee into his upper thigh, placing enough pressure to get my point across. He releases a harsh exhale and gives me the space I need to crawl out from beneath him.
“Stay low,” he warns me.
