Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,64

to get a ride home.

I just pray the cops aren’t there already, because if they see us like this, they’re going to know that we were in on this, and we’ll have nothing to fight back with.

“I don’t know if I can run anymore,” I whisper, pressing my fingers to the dried blood on my face. The wound on my head hurts, god, does it hurt, and I want to curl up and feel sorry for myself, pretending none of this ever happened.

“I can hear the road,” Samson says, his voice strained. “We’re not far.”

“I’ll call Alarick, have him come get us,” Mykel murmurs.

“Kendric hasn’t caught up,” I say, my voice shaky. “Do you think he’s okay?”

“Kendric can take care of himself.” Mykel grunts. “We need to focus on getting out of here.”

I nod, and rub my arms. I’m sweating, and yet I feel cold. My whole body is aching so badly I don’t think I can take another step. I know I have to, but everything inside of me is screaming just to lie down and be done with it.

“Come on,” Mykel urges me, taking my arm gently. “We’re nearly there.”

I take a step, and I can’t help the sob that rips from my throat. I’m in so much pain, but I’m not going to let it beat me. I take another step, and the sobs keep coming, but I don’t stop. I fight through every single bit of pain because I’m going to get out of here. Dax is not going to win. We’re going to be stronger than this.

“I got you,” Mykel says, his voice kinder than I’ve ever heard it. “I won’t let you fall, you hear me?”

He hooks his arm around my waist, and then, without being asked, Samson steps up to the other side of me and does the same. Together, they keep me moving. Together, they hold me up. Tears run down my cheeks at their sheer kindness, and when we finally reach the road, I don’t let Mykel go. Samson releases me and Mykel’s arm stays right where it is, and I turn my body slightly and hang onto him.

He leans down, brushing a kiss across my head, and that kiss is everything.

It’s everything.

Ten minutes later, I see a truck slowing down and I breathe a sigh of relief. It’s Alarick. So far, no cops have gone past, but that’s not to say we won’t run into them soon. We climb in, and as soon as we do, Alarick turns and his eyes scan over us. “Where’s Kendric?”

“He’s coming,” Samson says. “He wanted to make sure nothin’ was left behind.”

Alarick’s eyes flash, and he glances off into the woods. He’s concerned, we all are, but there’s nothing we can do right now. We need to get out of here.

“We’re goin’ back to Mykel’s place. We’re goin’ to get rid of every single thing we’re wearing or have touched, and we’re goin’ to fuckin’ pray we’ve gotten away with this.”

Nobody says anything the entire drive home.

I press my cheek to Mykel’s shoulder and close my eyes. Over and over, I say the same prayer.

When we arrive back home, Mykel helps me out of the car and before we’ve even reached the front door, Briella is running down the stairs. She reaches me and takes my face in her hands. “Oh honey, oh. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” I tell her, my voice crackly. “I just . . . I just need to sit down.”

“Come on. Let’s get you sorted out.”

We all enter the house, where Cohen, Bohdi, Merleigh and Briella have been waiting. The moment they lay eyes on me, their faces fall. I know I look terrible, but judging by their expressions, it’s a whole lot worse than I’d first thought.

Mykel turns to me when we’re in the light, and the second he sees me, his eyes flash with a rage that’s terrifying. “Waverly,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “Fuck.”

“Is it that bad?” I ask softly, rubbing my arms.

“What happened to you?” Alarick asks. “What did he do?”

I stare down at my feet, and I tell them what happened. I tell them about the bathtub, and how he tried to drown me. I tell them how he slammed my head into the dash, and how I kicked him to get out of the car. I tell them every single horrible thing he said, and every single horrible plan he had.

“Fuck,” Mykel barks, clenching his fists. “We should have killed that filthy