Page 84 of Knot My MC
“What are you trying to say, Kiki? Should we turn around and go home?” Jag asks.
I don’t want that either. I do want to make Axel pay, but not if it means fucking over everyone else. I am mad at them for not doing anything to stop him, but he is their alpha and he is unhinged. I won’t say they were necessarily afraid, only that they probably realized trying to stop Axel from claiming me would be bad. Some of them have kids, and Axel isn’t above playing dirty.
There is something though, a place only Dad and Axel knew about, well and me, but Axel doesn’t know dad took me to the safe house. He doesn’t know that I know where he stashes most of his cash.
“Should we go?” Jag asks again.
“Yeah, but I have a better idea.” I snatch Knox’s phone from the console and input the address.
“We can’t let them keep running drugs,” Knox says. “Tonight we’ll do the new plan, but eventually we need to deal with this.”
I nod. “I know, but let’s make a plan that won’t ruin lives. The only one I want to destroy is Axel, okay?” I blink, waiting for his acquiescence. I’m asking for a lot. There’s no reason for them to go with my plan. We’re already here. The cameras are down. They have the gas. It would take less than a minute for them to hit Wrecker and fuck up the MC’s business.
“All right, Angel.” He reaches over and grips my chin, pulling me in for a quick kiss. His thumb brushes over my lip, and he stares into my eyes. “If it weren’t for the investigation, he’d already be dead.”
My chest tightens. Those sort of promises shouldn’t make me swoon, right?
“And it wouldn’t have been a slow death.” This from Crow.
Butterflies flutter around in my stomach. It’s definitely unhinged to love that they’d torture him for me. Totally not normal, but I’m not a roses and chocolate kind of gal. Give me the head of my enemy though? They’ll have my heart.
“I’d cut his dick off first.” Jag tugs on my hair again. “He should have never tried to claim you.”
Who the fuck am I kidding? They already do.
* * *
The safe house is only twenty minutes away. Knox pulls into the driveway and Crow sets to work disabling the cameras and alarm. Axel will know something is up as soon as they’re down. We’ll need to get in and out of there quickly. I tie my hair back and check the visor mirror, smoothing the bumps and adjusting the tightness.
“We’re good.” Crow snaps his laptop shut.
“Five minutes,” Knox reminds us, setting the timer on his phone before looking at me. “Lead the way.”
I push the visor up and hop out of the car, rushing to the front door. It has one of those fancy passcode locks, and I type in the numbers dad made me memorize. The buttons flash green and the lock disengages. Shoving inside the room, I head straight for the bedroom. The guys help me push the bed aside, and I drop to my knees, prying up the loose wooden plank. The hole in the floor is just wide enough for a duffle bag to fit through, but the little crawl space underneath has a few bags full of cash. I grab the first one and hand it off. There are four in total.
“Two minutes.” Knox lugs two of the bags out of the bedroom.
Crow grabs the other two. “You guys light it up.”
Jag and I exchange smirks. There’s no time to think or hesitate. The two of us sprint to the car and grab the cans and take them inside. He takes the back bedrooms, and I take the kitchen and living room. The sweet scent of gasoline makes it hard to breathe, but I push through, splashing a trail of the liquid all over. A picture on the fridge catches my eyes.
I set the can down and grab it. It’s a picture of me, Dad, and Axel at a barbecue Wrecker held a few years ago. I’m in the middle of them. Dad’s elbow is resting on my head, but Axel’s arm is wrapped around my waist. His fingers grip my hip, knuckles white from how hard he was holding me. There’s a forced smile on my face.
Dad is standing at the grill talking to some prospects while he flips burgers. I head over to see if he needs help, but Axel snatches me around the waist.
“Where are you going?” His mouth brushes over the shell of my ear.
“Let me go.”
He chuckles. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be mean.”
“Please,” I say, glancing back at him. “My dad—”
“Kiren!” Axel hollers as he shifts me to his side. “Come get in a picture with me and the kid.” Axel snaps his fingers at one of the prospects. “Get your phone out.”
Dad’s gaze flicks to the alpha and then straight to me. He grins and heads over. “I was wondering where you were,” he tells me.
“At least pretend like you’re happy to be here.” He ruffles my hair and steps in close, dropping his arm on my head.
