Page 77 of Knot My MC
I pause next to him in the doorway. “I almost liked you. Should have known better.”
“You get the tattoo after your stint?”
“Are we done here?” I ask, not bothering to answer his question. My tattoo has nothing to do with the night I stayed in jail and everything to do with the men waiting for me.
“Don’t let me catch you back here, Kiki. You’ve been given a second chance. Don’t waste it.”
“A second chance?” My eyebrows pinch together. “You’re joking right? I was literally auctioned off like a fucking cow.”
His head rears back. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“I haven’t been given a chance at anything but doing exactly what the omega council thinks is right for the alphas, Riley. Don’t act like you and Camila did me some favor.”
Dropping his gaze, censure pulls his lips into a thin line. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Keep your apology,” I mutter. “It won’t do me any good.”
The guys are waiting for me outside. Relief washes over me. I half expected someone to end up arrested even though the guys didn’t do anything wrong—this time. It seems Lor and company did a good job sweeping the clubhouse. Things might’ve gone a little differently had the police found the guns. I join them, glaring back at the police station as Knox pulls me into his side.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.” I let him hold me for another second before extracting myself from his hold and giving Jag and Crow a hug too. “Are you guys?”
“Yeah. Same old shit. They’re going to investigate what happened but we all know they won’t find who did it.”
As much as he’s a bastard, Axel is good at covering his tracks.
“Can we go home?”
Crow grins. “Home?”
“Yeah.” I give him a funny once over. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good, even better now that you called the apartment home.”
My chest tightens. “You know what I mean.” I play it off.
“Uh-huh.” He smiles at the guys. “Did you hear her?”
“Yeah, dude.” Jag rolls his eyes. “We can’t go to the clubhouse tonight. I rented a hotel room for us.”
Knox uses CatchaRide to call a car. The motorcycles are all trashed and it’ll take a few days for the guys to get new ones. Since the cops brought us in, we’ll have to go back to the clubhouse to get one of their spare vehicles first.
I wrinkle my nose at the thought of a hotel and Jag notices. “What? You don’t like hotels?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to sleep where bed bugs breed?”
“If the place has a good cleaning and inspection crew…” Jag lifts a shoulder. “How many people do you know who’ve actually gotten bed bug bites?”
“Three.” I know I sound like a prissy, picky bitch, but the fear is real.
His face falls. “Well, damn. Okay then. What about a vacation rental?”
“Just as gross. We can stay at my house.” I guarantee a cruiser will roll by tonight. A little activity would go a long way to easing whatever it is Captain Riley suspects.
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Coming home isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. Maybe it’s because the guys are here. They’re giving my brain something to focus on as they discuss possible retaliation. There’s no solid evidence Axel is responsible for the explosions. It would be a bad look if the Hell Hounds responded and the police found a different culprit. As much as I want them to go after Axel, I’m glad they decided to hold off.
