Page 101 of Knot My MC
“How did you get a phone?”
Good question.
“They’re sleeping now. I had to wait for my heat before I could steal it and call you.” I lower my voice more. “I shouldn’t have left you.”
Technically, I didn’t leave him. Camila sent me to the auctions, but I know what’ll play to his ego. I have to be careful though. Too much and he’ll be suspicious.
“You said some pretty nasty things, sweetheart. I didn’t think you wanted me.”
“I don’t know what to say, Axel. My dad died. I was so sad and I… I wasn’t thinking straight.” I blow out a breath. “They said the only reason they bought me was to make Wrecker pay. They don’t care about me, not like…” I trail off.
“No one will ever care for you like I do.” He clears his throat. “Kiki. Are you tricking me?” Through the phone, I can sense the alpha command but it doesn’t even touch me. Commands don’t work through the phone, and I have my own alphas now.
“No,” I immediately answer. “You’re all I have left, Axel.”
Fuck me, I hate saying these things, but I know it’s for a good reason.
“Sweetie,” he purrs. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home.”
“Please, help me.” This time I have to fight to stay vulnerable. The pet name he’s using makes me want to gag.
“Can you get away from them? I imagine they’re keeping a close watch.”
“I think I can now,” I say quickly. “My heat just ended and they’re passed out. There’s a back door… It’s locked though. Oh god. I think I’m trapped.” I can’t sound like I have a plan.
“Calm down.”
Like that would help if I were really panicking, asshole.
“Okay,” I breathe. “Okay.”
“Fucking chicks.” He huffs then sighs. “Sorry, sweetie. Not you. I’m only stressed. If there’s a door, Kiki, someone has the key. Those assholes will have it.”
I think there’s a supplemental dumbass that he left off of that last statement, but he’s trying—and mostly failing—to be nice to get me back.
“Oh. Knox has keys.” I hesitate. “Do you think those are the right ones?” I can practically envision the way he grinds his teeth to say, “Yes, Kiki.”
“Okay.” I make some rustling noises and breathe into the phone, pretending to panic. “I don’t think… Oh wait. Here they are.” I lower my voice again. “What do I do next?”
An alpha like Axel needs to feel in control. He needs to make the decisions.
“Can you steal a bike?”
I scoff. “You know I can.”
He chuckles as though we’re both romanticizing the night I stole his bike and crashed it. “That’s my girl. Meet me off of Route 214. I’ll be waiting for you.”
“That’s closer to Mayerburg?”
“Yeah. I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Okay.” I suck in a shaky breath. “Axel?”
“What?” he snaps.
God, he’ssosweet.
“Thank you for saving me. I’m sorry for everything I said.”
