Page 95 of Knot My MC
Not entirely a lie. The Hell Hounds don’t know where Wrecker buries the dead.
Hayden and Riley look at me. I shake my head.
“I can’t help you.”
Riley’s jaw ticks. “If you’re withholding—”
“I haven’t talked to him for over a week,” I say in a rush. “I don’t know where he is. If he’s really in danger like you say, I’d tell you.” But there’s nothing to tell. Telling these two would mean Axel gets off easy. Prison isn’t enough for that douche bag. He deserves to suffer,reallysuffer. And the only people I trust to do that are standing with me.
“Fine.” Hayden shoots his gaze around the foyer. “You know where to find me if you hear anything, and I mean anything at all. Axel isn’t someone you want to mess with.”
I lift my chin. “Axel won’t bother me.”
Riley and Hayden move their attention to the Hell Hounds.
“Keep her safe.” And with that last statement, Riley and Hayden leave.
Crow snaps the door closed once they’re gone, and I release a hard breath, squeezing Knox’s hand harder than before.
“He’s going to regreteverything,” he vows.
“He won’t get away with it.” Jag rubs his cheek against the side of my head.
“We should get started.” Crow heads to the kitchen. “He already thinks we hit the safe house. He’ll expect us to come for him next.”
“Maybe he won’t.”
Crow stops with one foot on the kitchen tile, shooting me a curious glance. “What?”
“Use me.”
“No,” the three of them say at the same time.
I bristle. “Think about it. He’ll be distracted. You know it’s the only way to catch him off his game.” They know I’m right. As much as I hate to admit it, he’d make the time to hear me out if only to find a way to make me bend to his will.
I don’t want to be at his mercy, but I trust the guys to keep me safe.
“She’s not wrong,” Crow eventually says. “I don’t like the idea though.”
“Me either. It is a plan… I won’t say a good one, but it might work. Give us some time to try and find another way to draw him out without getting anyone else hurt.” Knox jerks his thumb toward the kitchen. “Before we do anything, we should eat. You’ve expended a lot of energy.”
As if to punctuate his statement, my stomach growls.
I don’t have it in me to be ashamed.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
KNOX
Filling a thermos full of the cinnamon flavored coffee, I run through a checklist of things to bring on the short day trip. Jag and Crow are at the dealership, helping distribute the new motorcycles, but there’s one that’s special. I grab the cookies Crow made and put them and the thermos into a backpack.
“Should I be offended that you all didn’t like my coffee?” Kiki steps into the kitchen, freshly changed into a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, and eyes the backpack. The flower tattoo peeks out from beneath the sleeve of her top. “Where are we going?”
“I thought maybe we’d go for a drive, maybe stop and have some coffee.” I lean against the counter and stare at my omega. “As for the coffee, yours was fine. We just like ours better.”
“Because of the cinnamon?”
I nod. The scent of her frustration. None of us like vanilla flavored coffee, so we settled on cinnamon. The spice is delicious and surprising, sort of like her.
