Page 4 of Knot My MC
She bristled. “I have every right to be here.”
“So do we.” Jag lit a cigarette.
Kiki squinted at him and stepped forward, plucking the cigarette from his lips and taking a long drag. “Don’t start shit with me, got it?”
The guys and I exchanged disbelieving looks. We had heard about Kiren Malone’s daughter, but no one prepared us for the little fourteen-year-old firecracker.
“You know if they find out we were here with you, they’ll kill us.” I reached for the cigarette, but she held it above her head.
“I won’t tell them.”
I scoffed. “How are we supposed to believe that?”
She considered the three of us for a moment, lips puckering. “I have an idea,” she said after a few seconds. “You don’t trust me, and frankly, I don’t trust you.”
“A bit judgmental of you, really,” Knox drawled.
“Mutually assured destruction is the only answer.” She shrugged, taking another drag of the stolen cigarette.
“What are you suggesting?” Jag rubbed his jaw and studied the little omega.
Omegas were supposed to cower and do as they’re told. She wasn’t afraid, and something told me she sure as shit wouldn’t obey me.
“Chief Acron got a new patrol car, but I’m told there’s a spare key in his mailbox while he’s on vacation.” Her eyes glinted with a challenge that was so kindred, none of us could ignore it.
And that’s how Kiki became ours. As the years have gone by, we’ve done more stupid shit than I can keep track of, but risking trouble is worth it to see that gorgeous face light up with devious delight. We grew up rough and now at eighteen, the guys and I have started to want more than just friendship.
We’re alphas. She’s an omega.
It only makes sense.
Her smile makes me forget who I am and where I came from, and I know the guys feel the same.
“I’m here,” she whisper-shouts, coming around the corner and racing into the alley. Her blonde hair whips wildly behind her. The lamp light above us flickers on, triggered by the ever darkening sky.
My shoulders relax when she stops in front of us. Her simple black t-shirt and jeans do more for me than any short cocktail dress could. I’m the first to reach her, though Jag and Knox are right behind me. I wrap my arms around her, smooshing her in a giant bear hug. I’m a big guy and she’s almost fragile in my arms. I cocoon her and breathe her in, relishing in her perfume. Her tits pressing against my chest are an added bonus.
“Crow,” she complains with a giggle.
Then the scent hits my nostrils. Alpha. Sexual. Axel’s. A growl tears from my mouth and Knox and Jag release their own, smelling it even though they’re still a few steps back. Kiki stiffens in my hold, and I release her. I move away, and her face falls.
“It’s not what you think,” she whispers. So defeated. So sad. That’s not like Kiki at all.
“Why the fuck do you smell like him?” Jag demands.
I shoot a glare in his direction, trying to tell him to chill. “Start talking,” I say, fighting the urge to force the answers out of her. She hates being controlled like that and we all swore we’d never do that to her.
Her lip trembles slightly but a moment later, a hardness settles across her features. Some of the light in her pretty blue eyes goes out, and I swear I could kill Axel for that alone. As she begins telling us what happened, I’m ready to take care of the shithead.
“You can’t do anything,” she says quickly when she sees how her story bothers us.
“Kiks.” Jag’s voice is hoarse and strained.
Anger trembles through me. I tap my fingers against my thumb again. Tap, tap, tap. Knox sets off down the alley, surprising me. Usually Jag is the first to lose control. Knox takes keeping us all safe very seriously, but it’s virtually impossible for us to do that with her when she’s out of sight half the time. Kiki squeals and races after him. She grabs for his arm, but he brushes her off with ease, continuing toward the clubhouse where Axel is. Jag and I glance at each other and take off after him.
If he goes down, we all go down.
Kiki growls and rushes him, jumping on his back and wrapping her arms around him in a sleeper hold.
