Page 97 of Knot My MC
“You did,” Kiki whispers. “But not anymore.” She sets the cup aside and turns to face me. “I’m not mad anymore, Knox. I”—she pauses and uncertainty crosses her face—“I love you guys. I love you.”
“Kiki Malone, I’ve been waiting for you to confess.” I lean over and brush my lips over hers. “I’ve always loved you.”
She smiles against my mouth, a true smile, and kisses me again. “Good.”
I wrap my arm around her and we sit together, watching the birds flying around the playground, listening to the chaos surrounding us, and enjoying a few moments of peace.
“Are you ready for the surprise?” I ask once we finish the coffee.
“I guess.” She glances at the backpack.
Standing, I hold my hand out to her and help her get up. I shove everything back into the bag and lead her back to the car, stopping in between it and the shiny new motorcycle. Kiki slows to a stop next to me.
I jerk my chin toward the bike. “Surprise.”
“I can’t tell if you’re serious or joking.” She shakes her head and shoots me a questioning look.
“I’m dead serious, Angel. This is your bike.”
“Knox,” she whispers a reprimand but moves toward the motorcycle, running her hand over the smooth black body. I hold my breath as she walks around it, waiting for the moment when she notices the special engraving on the right side. “Oh.” She traces a finger over the halo and angel wings etched in glittering gold.
“Do you like it?”
She lifts her gaze to meet mine. “I love it, but this is too much.”
“It’s perfect,” I say with a hard shake of my head. “Don’t think about the price. You needed a motorcycle, we got you one.”
“As simple as that?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I move to the trunk of the car and open it, pulling out her helmet. “Fifty bucks says I beat you home.”
Kiki’s features smooth, and a cool confidence fills her gaze. “It’ll be like taking candy from a baby.”
I shrug. “Maybe.” I hold out the helmet and the keys. “Do we have a deal or what?”
Snatching the helmet, she drops it onto her head. She swings her leg over the bike and backs it out of the parking spot before starting it up. The new engine purrs, and she grips the handle bars. “Try to keep up,” she shouts at me over the roaring noise.
“If I get lost, I’ll find you.”
I always do.
* * *
JAG
It’s been a week since the cops told us about Kiren being a CI. A week since Kiki asked us to use her to lure Axel out. The guys and I are no closer to finding a better alternative than sending Kiki into a dangerous situation. The investigation wrapped up four days ago, and we were clear to come back. The clubhouse was a mess. Turns out the cops don’t clean up during their investigations.
Fuckers.
Kiki pitched in alongside Monica, Royce, Lor and a dozen other members. At first, a few of them side-eyed her, but when Lor sliced themselves on a piece of glass and Kiki dropped everything to bandage the wound, everyone cut the shit.
“Is that the best you got, Mountain?” Kiki taunts the giant beta. “You play like a bitch.”
Mountain shoots me a mock glare. “She’s rude as hell, you know that?”
I lift a shoulder. “I kind of like her insults.”
“Aw, thanks, babe.” Kiki winks at me and focuses on the game, bending over and lining up her shot.
