Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,6

her arms. “I figured you’d be just like the rest of them, all weak and emotional.”

Yep, she’s definitely a piece of work, this one.

“You’re not what I expected either. You’re far bitchier and way, way taller. I mean, what are you? Six foot?”

Sissy grins. “I think I might just like you.”

“We’ll see after you hit me.”

“Well, let’s not waste any time.” Sissy rubs her hands together just as Mykel walks back into the room. He smiles at her, which kind of pisses me off because he will not smile at me, and then he crosses his arms to enjoy the show. No doubt he’s loving every damned second of this. Why wouldn’t he? I’m literally sitting back, about to be punched in the face, and he’s going to watch with complete satisfaction.

I clench my eyes shut and prepare for the punch. I have no idea if it’s going to hurt, or if it’ll even work, but I have to do it.

“I can’t,” Sissy suddenly says.

I open my eyes and stare at her. She can’t? What does she mean she can’t? She’s supposed to be this badass bitch, or so I’m told.

“You have to,” I tell her. “If you don’t, this whole club is going to suffer because of a stupid thing I said. I need you to do this.”

“I’m fully aware of that,” Sissy mutters. “But I don’t think I can hit you. I actually kind of like you.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Mykel growls. “This is doing my head in.”

“Just give her a good whack, Sissy,” Samson urges. “It’ll take no more than a second.”

“If that’s the case, why don’t you hit her?” Sissy growls.

“I don’t hit girls.”

“I don’t want to hit her.”

“Can you just hit me already?” I cry.

“No, I can’t.”

“Just fuckin’ hit her, Sissy,” Mykel barks.

“Do it,” Samson growls.

“C’mon, Sissy!” I cry.

She turns around quickly, her fist lashing out, and she hits me hard. I didn’t expect for her to have such a good right hook, but damn, the girl is stronger than she looks. I stumble backwards, yelling out a few profanities as I try to catch my balance. My head spins, and it takes me a moment to gather myself.

“Damn,” I groan, my hand covering my aching eye. “You know how to throw a punch.”

“I’m sorry,” Sissy cries. Her face falls in defeat. “I seriously didn’t like that at all.”

I smile at her, even though my eye is aching. “You did me and the entire club a favor.”

“I sure hope so.”

I groan again and glance at Mykel, who is staring at me with a rather strange expression on his face. It’s the first time he’s looked at me without a frown. I’m not sure what exactly he’s thinking right now, but I’m certain that it’s not all that bad.

“You need ice?” he asks, his voice low and a little gravelly.

“No, better to let it puff up as much as it can. I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Well then.” Samson claps. “That was my entertainment for the day. Let’s get you to the club so you can fill Alarick in on what’s happening tonight.”

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll grab my things.”

With that, I walk into my room with an aching eye.

Damn, I hope it’ll be worth it.

3

WAVERLY

“He really did do a good job,” Dax says, reaching out and carefully running a finger over my sore eye.

I shudder, and it’s not because it feels nice—it’s because I don’t want him to touch me. I don’t want him anywhere near me. Luckily for me, he takes the shudder as a good sign and smiles. I stare up at him, and honestly, if I were any less informed, I would say I had struck gold with a man like him.

He’s gorgeous.

In the most monstrous kind of way, I suppose.

He has dirty blond hair that curls at the ends, making it appear thicker and more inviting. His eyes are almost yellow and his skin is olive. He’s sporting a beard, but it only adds to his incredibly handsome features. He looks rugged and yet completely normal, like you’d never know the kind of monster he was if you were to pass him on the street.

That goes for most monsters though, right? They can be very well disguised.

“I’m okay,” I say, stepping away from Dax’s touch. “Just a little sore.”

“I’ll get you some ice to take the swelling out, and then I want you to meet someone special. What do you say?”

“Someone who might take care of me?” I ask hopefully.

Well, inside I’m screaming, but I’m a