Page 169 of Wanted By a King

He flashes me a weird toothy smile before bounding off like an excited fucking bear, and I shake my head before turning my sights on Slasher.

I approach him with caution. It was hard to get him to leave his dead twin. I nearly copped a fist to the face but managed to dodge it in time, and by the time we got him to the beat-up truck, Slasher had retreated into himself.

“Brother.” I rasp, approaching him, noticing his eyes staring off into nothingness. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

Still nothing.

Moving forward, I reach out and grip his upper arm, watching his face for any signs that he’s about to try to clock me again, but there’s nothing.

Tugging his arm, I manage to get him standing, and he walks, although it’s with dragging feet, as I lead him out of the office and through the room toward the back where the dancers and strippers get ready.

All eyes fall to us as I lead him, and now that he’s in the brighter light of the room, it’s hard not to see the deep crimson drying on his clothes and skin.

Zoe and Alana join us, following behind, and the four of us pass through the curtain over the doorway, and away from all the concerned stares.

When I get the big guy into the shower room, Zoe dashes forward and turns the water on, putting her hand under the spray to test the temperature, and Alana joins me in starting to take his clothes off.

“Hey Slash,” Alana says, shortening his name as she looks up to his almost comatose face while she works on getting his pants undone. When he doesn’t so much as flinch at her voice, she shoots me a worried glance, but I shrug, not knowing what the fuck to do, and peel his cut off his shoulders and down his arms.

“The water is ready,” Zoe says quietly, coming to stand next to us, and I offer her a small smile in thanks.

While Alana tugs his jeans and boxers down, Zoe helps me peel his shirt off which is still damp with blood.

“Can I have some help?” Alana asks, and I look down to see her struggling with Slasher’s boots, his jeans pooled at his ankles. “I should probably have taken his boots off first.”

“Can you keep him upright, Zo? I’ll help Alana,” I ask, and she nods, taking my place before I drop to my knees in front of Slasher.

I gotta say, this is a fucking sight I never wanted to see. My club brother’s limp dick right in front of my face, but there was no way I was asking my princess to get on her knees before him.

No fucking way!

Keeping my eyes trained on the task of getting his boots off, I then help Alana slip his feet from his jeans, before standing quickly and taking his weight to relieve Zoe.

Alana’s sob draws our attention as her eyes travel over Slasher standing bare before her.

“The blood is still everywhere.”

Her whisper doesn’t even cause a reaction from Slasher, and while Zoe doesn’t look at what Alana is talking about, I do, coming to stand in front of him to see the massive smears of blood starting from his cheeks, all the way down his neck, chest and torso, and finishing on his thighs.

It’s not his blood. But his twin brother’s.

“Come on, big man. Let’s get you cleaned up,” I say, gripping his arm again and leading him to the water.

I don’t care that I get wet. Leading him forward until the hot spray hits his chest. He doesn’t even flinch. There’s no reaction whatsoever.

Alana strips out of her clothes until she’s completely naked and moves up to Slasher’s other side.

“I can clean this off.” She offers, pointing to the red staining his skin, so I nod, stepping back to let her tend to him.

Returning to Zoe’s side, I can see she’s fighting the urge to cry, but she holds it back, trying to be strong. As Alana washes the blood from my club brother’s skin, I start gathering up his clothes, hoping Cain has something he can wear.

“Zoe, can you come and turn the water a bit cooler please?” Alana asks, and Zoe nods, rushing forward to help.

“Oh, I see you’re awake,” Alana says, and I frown, looking up from picking up the bloody shirt.

I’m not sure how I know, maybe it’s the low growl that comes from Slasher’s chest, or the way I see the muscles from his shoulders down his back and to his ass tighten and ripple, but I drop the clothes and dash forward just in time to grip Zoe’s arm and drag her out of the way before Slasher lurches forward, pinning Alana to the tiled wall.

Alana gasps as the wind is knocked out of her, and Zoe squeals in shock, her hands coming to her mouth. Slasher’s growls get louder as he fists his cock and pushes it into Alana with force.

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