Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,28

right now. It’s a dangerous situation.”

“I know.”

We chat for a few more minutes, and then I tell her I’ll catch up with her soon and that I need to rest. I hang up the phone and exhale, glancing around my room. I get back to my washing and pull out the wet and muddy clothes I was wearing the night Mykel fucked me. I have tried so many times to forget that event, but no matter how hard I force it down, it keeps coming back up.

The way his cock felt.

The way his hard body felt.

The way he held my hands above my head.

The way he kissed me.

I’ve had one-night stands before, and none of them have ever felt as passionate as that. Sex with Mykel had this intensity that I’ve never experienced, almost like it was loaded full of emotions just desperate to be released.

I shake my head and throw the clothes into the washing machine.

Avoiding Mykel is going to be hard, but I’ll do what I can to stay out of his way while I’m forced to stay in this house with him.

Knowing he’s at the club, I decide to go and see if maybe I can get into that locked room. Is it wrong? Well, sure, but do I care? Nope. I want to know what secrets he’s hiding behind that door. Nobody locks one door unless they have something to hide. I’m staying in his house; I should know what he’s hiding behind there. What if he’s some sort of serial killer?

I mean, it’s happened.

I’ve watched true crime docos.

I walk up to the door and rattle it. He’d have a key for it, and I can almost bet he’d keep it in his room. I walk over to his door and push it open, stepping into space. I’ve not been into this area before; he always keeps the door closed. I peer around and am quite surprised at how tidy it is. I mean, it shouldn’t shock me. He’s a clean man—I’ve already figured out that much.

I walk in a little farther and take in his bed that’s made up with dark covers, blue and black. It’s very masculine. He’s got a desk against the window, and a sofa with a television in the corner. Other than that, it’s quite plain, and I’m guessing that’s exactly how he likes it.

I walk over the soft carpet and head straight towards the desk, where I rummage around a little to see if I can find a key. Nothing there.

I check his closet, which is very simple, filled with only the essentials. I don’t find anything right away but see a small box at the back that’s sitting behind a stack of shoes. I pull it out and open it while sitting on the floor. There are some beautiful photos of his parents, and I can’t help but feel sad at the pictures of them as a family. He lost his family, and he doesn’t know how—that must be hard.

I reach the bottom of the box and see a key. Well, would you look at that?

I pluck it out and stand, and place the box back before sneaking out of the room. I glance around as I head back down the hall, suddenly feeling really guilty about what I’m going to do, but I’m curious. I want to know what makes Mykel so damned bitter, so damned angry at the world. Mostly, at me.

There must be something about me that makes him feel like he doesn’t want to be around me. I want to know what that is and I hope this room will tell me more.

I put the key in the lock and it opens. Taking a deep breath, and trying to calm my racing heart and nerves, I step inside the room and flick on the light. What I see is not what I expected. Not in a million years did I expect to find this. It’s like I’ve exited the house and stepped into a detective’s office. On the wall, there are pictures, articles, notes and strings attaching people to places, just like you’d see when the police are trying to figure out who was behind a murder or vicious crime.

I walk over, completely fascinated by the scene in front of me.

Right in the middle of the wall is a picture of Mykel’s mom and dad. Coming off them are strings leading to different places and people. I glance at the strings and see most of