Page 74 of Knot My MC
Like I’d be stupid enough to stand up.I keep that biting response to myself. He’s only worried, and I’m arguably being stupid by leaving the safety of my alpha shield.
Knox and Crow are covering their heads with their hands, stomachs pressed against the ground. They’re safe. Glass litters the stained concrete floor. I scan the room from my vantage. The windows are blown out. A few tables are destroyed, but everyone seems okay.
At least there’s that.
I turn back to Crow, fisting my shaking hands. “Are you okay?”
His head snaps up. “Kiki.” He breathes a sigh of relief. “I’m good.”
“Who the fuck was that?” Knox asks, pushing himself off the ground. Heisdumb enough to stand up. Scowling, he stares out of the now glass free window.
“Get down,” I growl.
His eyes swing to me. “It’s okay, Angel. There’s no one outside.”
“Where’s Royce?” Monica swings her head side to side, searching for her mate.
“Taking out the trash.” Crow helps her stand.
Her face is bloody, some glass cut her across the cheek, but she’s otherwise unharmed. She puts on a brave face, but I don’t miss the way her hands tremble at her side.
“He left well before the explosions,” Crow adds.
“Oh thank god.” She sucks in a deep breath and pulls out her phone.
While she calls to check on him, I quickly check on the other people in the room. Lor slowly gets to their knees. I nod at them and check in with Mountain. His dark cheeks are bright red and his chest heaves as he takes in the destruction. His gaze meets mine for a moment and he nods. He’s okay too. Then he turns and runs toward the door.
“The bikes,” he yells in explanation.
“Fuck,” someone says.
“I swear if anyone touched them,” another person snarls. Together they rush after Mountain.
“No guns!” Knox calls after them.
Jag’s arm brushes against mine. “We don’t have much time.”
“Time for what?” Lor asks.
“That explosion is going to draw attention, and not the good kind.” Crow grimaces and glances at the Hounds who didn’t run out to check on the motorcycles. “Sweep the clubhouse. Lock everything up.” Grabbing keys from his pocket, he nods at Lor. “You know how to get into the cellar?”
“I broke the last load of guns.”
“Good.” Crow tosses Lor the keys and glances around the room. “Get all the shit that could get us arrested into the cellar. The cops won’t know to look for it.”
There’s a moment of hesitation.
“Now!” Knox demands. Everyone scatters, not an ounce of extra influence needed. “Keep her safe,” Knox tells Jag before he and Crow storm out of the clubhouse to investigate the damage.
I spin on Jag. “Don’t you dare try to keep me inside,” I warn before following after the guys.
“I swear you like to piss him off,” Jag mutters. To his credit, he doesn’t grab me and force me back inside. I knew I liked him.
“Maybe I—” My words cut out.
Almost every bike on the lot is damaged. Fire roars around more than a few. Mountain and a few other Hell Hounds use fire extinguishers, giant plumes of white pour from the nozzles and douse the flames. The motorcycles are destroyed. Whoever did this wanted to hit the club hard. New bikes aren’t cheap.
My stomach knots as I take in the wreckage. There’s only one person I can think of that would want to come at the Hounds this hard. Axel. Sure, the club probably has other enemies but the timing is suspicious.
