Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,47

and do your best not to cause any problems.”

That’s not going to be easy—not right now.

I don’t know what to do.

I honestly don’t.

“I’m afraid,” I admit.

I don’t like to show that I’m scared, considering I was the one who wanted to do this for the club. I don’t feel at ease. I don’t feel safe. I know they’re here to protect me, but when I walk through those doors and into that house, I’ll be all alone, and anything can happen to me there.

Mykel sits up and leans forward, taking my face in his hands and saying in a strong, secure voice, “You will not be harmed. If any harm comes to you, I’m going to make sure every single motherfucker who hurts you suffers.”

That makes me feel better, and yet at the same time, so much worse.

It would be too late by then.

I shake my head and get out of the bed, pulling on some clothes and picking up my phone. “I’m going to call Alarick and see what he wants me to do.”

I walk out of the room, not because I don’t want to be near Mykel anymore, but because my heart is aching and I feel like I’m going to scream with the tension building in my chest. I don’t want Mykel to see me like this; I know he already doesn’t like the fact that I’m in there, let alone the fact that I’m scared.

I reach the kitchen and turn the coffee-maker on, and then I take my phone and dial Alarick. He answers after a few rings, in a sleepy voice. “Waverly, what is it?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, Alarick, but I have to tell you that Dax wants me out there this afternoon. He kept calling and when I didn’t answer, he freaked out. He told me he has a plan, and that I can help him with it, but I have no idea what that plan is. I wanted to know what you think I should do?”

“He didn’t say anything about what he was thinkin’?”

“No.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Go out there, and I’ll have Bohdi and Mykel wait close by. We’ll give you a time to get out, and if you don’t come out, we’ll come in. I’m not goin’ to let anyone hurt you, Waverly. It’s gettin’ dangerous and now, more than ever, you need to be careful. You ever shot a gun?”

“Ah, I mean, sure . . . When I was younger my dad taught me.”

“Mykel can give you a lesson. You’re not goin’ in unarmed anymore.”

“If Dax sees me with a gun . . .” I say, my voice a little shaky, “. . . I could end up in trouble.”

“Dax sees you with a gun and freaks out, then at least you have a fuckin’ gun to protect yourself.”

He has a point.

“Put Mykel on. I’ll go over it with him. We’re goin’ to finish this soon and get you outta there, you hear me?”

“I hear you.”

I hand the phone to Mykel who has just walked into the kitchen. He’s shirtless and god damn, he looks delicious in the morning. I make a mental note to take one more out of him before I leave, one more fuck that is. I wouldn’t mind something to take my mind off this again.

“Alarick wants to talk to you.”

I hand him the phone and he takes it, bringing it to his ear and turning away. “Pres?”

He chats for a few minutes and when he hangs up, he looks back at me and with an outstretched hand containing my phone. “Ready to learn how to fire a gun?”

I scrunch my face and then say, in a small voice, “I guess.”

“Good, then let’s do this.”

Sure.

Let’s.

“YOU’RE NOT PAYIN’ ATTENTION, Waverly.” Mykel growls, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

“That’s because you keep bloody touching me, and pressing your dick against my back, and it’s really really hard to concentrate.”

“Can’t help my dick fuckin’ touching you when I’m tryin’ to show you how to aim.”

“Well, can’t you push your bum out, so it doesn’t touch me?”

He growls again.

I stomp my foot and stare at him with a frustrated expression.

“Did you just stomp your fuckin’ foot at me?”

“Yes, yes, I did.”

We’re standing in the middle of the woods, god knows where, and Mykel has set up some targets in a clearing and is trying to show me how to shoot a gun. I mean, I can shoot it just find; my aim, however, isn’t the best. He’s attempting to