Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,65
fucker when we had the chance. I’ll make him suffer for this.”
“He’s gone,” I whisper. “He’s skipped town by now, him and Peter. They’re long gone, thinking they’ve gotten away with their perfect little plan.”
“Fuck,” Alarick barks, slamming his fist so hard into a lamp that it launches off the table and shatters onto the ground. Everyone goes silent. “I should have fuckin’ known. I should have fuckin’ picked it up. Fuck!”
“It’s okay,” Briella says softly, taking his arm.
He jerks it out of her grip and storms from the house, slamming the door so hard it nearly shatters. Briella looks to me, gives me a small smile, and then follows him out. I watch them go, and my heart sinks. I wish I had known. I wish I had figured this out earlier too. I wish we had realized just how manipulative Dax really is. Maybe then we wouldn’t be in this mess.
“We need to get you cleaned up in case the cops show,” Mykel murmurs. “You might need a stitch in your head.”
“We can’t go to the hospital,” I say softly. “If we do, and they find out . . .”
“We don’t need to go to the hospital. I’ve got everything we need here.”
Well.
I’m sure that’ll be enjoyable.
Mykel takes my arm and leads me down the hall to the bathroom, and once we’re inside, he walks over, leans down and begins running the water. I watch him, arms wrapped around myself.
“Bath is going to be kinder on your sore body,” he says, standing upright and turning to me. “Let me know if you need a hand.”
He goes to walk out, but in a soft voice, I call his name. He stops and turns back to me.
“Please stay,” I whisper. “Please, don’t go.”
His eyes hold mine, and he pauses for a moment. Then he takes a step forward and his hand reaches out and cups the side of my face. My heart pounds against my ribcage. He slowly releases me and takes hold of my muddy clothes, and gently, he undresses me. It hurts, every single piece of my body hurts, but knowing he’s here and taking care of me makes me feel so much safer.
When I’m naked, he helps me into the bath, which is warm, but not too hot. I slowly sink down, and all the scratches, grazes and wounds on my body sting. I clench my eyes shut and hold my breath, knowing this is the best thing for me right now. Once I’m sitting fully in the bath, Mykel sits on the side and soaks a washcloth with some water before slowly starting the big job of removing all the blood, dirt and grime from my face.
It takes a while, and it’s painful. Slowly, the bathwater turns an ugly shade of brown, a mix of blood and dirt. Mykel washes my hair, cleans me up, and then helps me out of the bath and into a fresh towel. “You’ve got some good scratches, but the one on your head is going to need a few stitches. You think you can handle that?”
“After tonight, I think I can handle anything,” I say softly.
He leads me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where he sits me on the end of the bed and tells me to wait while he gets me some clothes. A few minutes later, he returns with some pajamas and then he helps me into them. “Come downstairs. I’ll get you cleaned up. Goin’ to need a hand with the stitches; it’s goin’ to hurt.”
“I know.”
He steps forward again, taking my face in his hands and leaning down to kiss me. It feels so damned incredible, every part of me goes warm. I love knowing he cares, knowing that I matter in this moment, because god knows, I need to matter right now. After everything that happened, I need him.
I just need him.
THE MOMENT WE WALK out into the living area, I know something is wrong. I know it because Zariah is here, and she’s in uniform, and she’s got a look on her face that makes me sick. It makes my stomach turn and my chest tighten. Something has happened.
She turns to me, and when her eyes go to my face, she looks absolutely gutted. She rushes over, and the moment she reaches me, she throws her arms around me and pulls me close. The hug hurts, but I need it. I hang onto her and she whispers ‘oh thank god’ a