Page 20 of Knot My MC
“You and I are going to go talk to Camila.” He presses the gun to my forehead. “Tomorrow afternoon after the drop. Do you understand me?”
I pinch my eyes shut and nod. I followed the rules. I did what she asked. I’ve done my best to stay out of trouble after stealing his bike, knowing all it would take was one fuck up for Camila to shun me. The only thing worse than being shunned is Axel wanting me for his mate.
Ihatehim.
Dad will—no. Dad won’t do anything. He’s dead. Sorrow surges through my veins, a sob clogging my throat. My skin grows tight and hot the longer I fight the tears. The gun leaves my skin, and I force my eyes open. Axel’s form blurs, but there’s no missing the smirk on his face.
“You’re Wrecker MC, Kiki. Don’t fucking forget it.
* * *
I run up the stairs of the club house, rushing to my dad’s room to get my things. If Axel thinks he’ll claim me, he’s dead wrong. I’d rather die. With shaking hands, I grab my bag and shove my wallet and some clothes into it. I left my phone behind, but I’m not going back for it. Axel shot Forest like it was nothing. I’m surprised he didn’t kill him, but he’ll do worse to me.
I push the window open and climb out. My feet hit the slanted rooftop that slopes down to the covered patio in the back.
Why hasn’t the asshole chased after me?
My brain is too wired, too focused on escaping, to fully process my father’s death. My cheeks are damp and tears still slip down my face, but I can’t tell if they’re due to the loss of my father or the fear of becoming Axel’s. Hell, both of those are probably contributing to the emotions choking me.
I lean back slightly and walk down to the flat roof, checking over my shoulder every few seconds to make sure Axel hasn’t come after me. As soon as I reach the edge of the garage roof that drops down to a group of old oil barrels that were used to transport the illegal guns the MC runs, I crouch and turn around. I grip the edge and drop my legs down, grunting as the rough material bites into my skin. A relieved sigh rushes past my lips when my feet hit the lid of a barrel. The metal bottom scrapes against the concrete, and I stiffen, releasing my hold on the roof and peering around.
No one comes running to grab me. I wait a few more seconds before hopping off the barrel and bolting toward the back fence. There’s no gate, but I’ll climb the damn chain link to escape Axel.
“Kiki,” he roars, finally realizing I’m not waiting around for him.
My senses snap and sharpen, vision tunneling until all I see as I stare toward the barrier is the faint outline of my nose and the pixilated air in front of me. My chest heaves. Blood thrums through my veins, an ominous chorus as I gasp for air.
“Get your ass back here!”
I tense, expecting the tug of obedience, but it never comes. There’s too much space between us for his command to work.
I pump my arms and legs faster, all but crashing into the six-foot fence and grappling for a hold. The worn metal groans in protest, swaying and unstable. It’s not safe. I haul myself up anyway. Time slows. My shoes sluggishly press into the diamond shaped links, my body seemingly weighed down.
No.
No, no, no.
Climb, climb, climb.
I have to escape.
The fence joins in sharp triangles. The metal twisting together at the top glints in the fading daylight as if screaming at me.Go around. I can’t. This is the only way. Already shoes slap against the concrete parking lot, racing for me. I have to go over. I try to avoid them, but I have to balance myself somehow and those tiny points taunt me. Focus, Kiki. I shake my head and set my palms on the top of the fence, hissing as metal bites into my skin and draws blood. Hooking one leg over the fence, I push myself to continue. Keep moving. I can’t stop.
I’m almost on the other side. So close to freedom.
“Fucking omega bitch,” Axel snarls, voice much closer than it was before.
My heart thunders in my ears and sweat breaks across my brow. I lift my other leg over the fence, but something tugs me back. The material of my shorts is stuck.No.Dammit, no! My gaze flies up, landing on Axel who is barreling toward me. He’s running so fast he’ll be on me in a matter of seconds.
“Come on,” I whisper, pushing my feet down on the tiny slots they’re resting on in hopes that my shorts will rip. The thick material of the jeans pulls tight and digs into my thighs. Growling, I lean forward, inadvertently pressing my palms onto the metal points even harder. I whimper in pain as blood trickles down the chain links, coating the rusting metal in crimson. I jerk my hips. A loud rip fills the air and my heart jolts.
Yes!
I still have a chance. I lift my other leg, but Axel grabs my ankle, yanking me in the opposite direction with a vice grip. My ass lands on a spoke and I snarl, trying to kick at him. His hold is sure and his smile wicked, the vicious joy on his face that of a predator who’s already caught his prey. A stone drops in the pit of my stomach.
“Get down,” he demands.
The desire to obey jolts through me.
