Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,61
I’ll get to that. I focus on the front area, and other than a few random items, there’s not much I can use to hurt him.
I’m going to have to use my own force.
My hands are bound.
But I’m flexible as fuck.
And this piece of shit isn’t going to get away with this.
I act quickly without too much thought. I raise my elbow, intertwine my bound fingers, and then I slam my elbow into Dax’s temple. With a shocked gasp, he swerves the car. I do it again, harder this time. With a pained bellow, he tries to correct the car while reaching over and grabbing my hair. He takes a fistful of it and slams my head into the dash. I hit it with such force, I feel a split in my head that has it spinning.
I don’t let it stop me.
I shift all my weight to the side, ripping my hair from his grips - chunks of it come out. I lean my back against the window and I use my foot to slam his head against the glass. I kick him so hard it cracks and blood spurts out. With a gasp of pain, he shakes his head, dazed.
I kick him again.
The car skids off the road and down a ditch, where it comes to a screeching halt and we’re both slammed forward.
I’m grateful we didn’t hit a tree.
I move as fast as I can while he’s dazed and reach over the back with both hands, grabbing my purse. Then I turn, undo the door and kick it open before launching out. I know I’m not going to get far, I kicked him hard—hard enough to probably cause some serious damage, but not enough to stop him from coming after me. He’s probably going to shoot me, but if I can save that club, I’m going to.
I pull out the phone and dial Alarick’s number, my hands shaking, blood dripping from my head onto the phone.
“Waverly?”
“Get out,” I cry, hearing the car door open as Dax launches out. “Get out now. It’s a trap, Alarick. The cops are coming. He’s been playing us all along. Get out.”
I hang up the phone and shove it back into my purse just as Dax roars. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”
I hope he didn’t see that I made a call.
I’m on my knees, crouched down over my purse, and I decide to put the phone in my hands so it looks like I’m about to use it. I turn slowly, phone in hand, and look at him.
He’s got a lot of blood on his face, a heap of it pouring down from his temple. He’s got a gun pointed at me, and he’s panting with rage, and probably pain.
“Put that fuckin’ phone down, or I’ll blow your brains out.”
My hands shake, but I drop the phone.
“Stand up.”
I do as he asks; I stand up. I can taste blood in my mouth, and my face is probably covered in it.
“Get. In. The. Car.”
I move slowly, walking back to the car, never taking my eyes off him. He gets back in too, and this time, he keeps the gun pointed at me. He manages to reverse the car out of the ditch, and we start driving again. His hand doesn’t waver.
“I should kill you for a stunt like that.”
But he didn’t.
I have to wonder why that is.
I’ve always suspected he felt differently about me. Could I be right? If so, maybe I have it in my power to stop this.
“Why didn’t you then?” I spit.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“You can’t do this,” I say, my voice a little less hostile. “They’re my family. They’re all I have left.”
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Waverly. You’ve done enough of that. They’re getting exactly what they deserve. If they had stayed out of my business, none of this would have happened. They chose to involve themselves, and now they’re going to pay the price.”
He doesn’t know I called Alarick.
I hang onto that little piece of information.
And then, I pray.
17
WAVERLY
We arrive at Dax’s place, and as we do, I can hear the sirens in the distance. They’re probably a few minutes away, but not far. Dax drives me down the driveway, and then, with a grin that I’ll forever remember in my mind, he reaches over and opens the door. “Say hello to the cops for me, will you? I hope they enjoy your DNA all over Bennett. You’re not walking away from this either. Get out.”