Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,7
damned good actor, and the club sent me in here for a reason—to get all the information I can about Dax so they’re better able to bring him and his horrible operation down. The only way I can do that is to act the part.
“Maybe,” he murmurs. “I’m not sure anyone is right for you yet, my angel. You’re special.”
“I’m not special,” I say in a soft voice. “I’m a waste of space.”
He loves it when I’m pathetic. When I’m broken. When I don’t believe I’m worth a single thing in this world.
The fucker has no idea that I’m a goddamned warrior, and he’s being played harder than even he knows how to play.
“You’re nothing of the sort,” he says to me, his eyes narrowing. “You’re unlike any girl I’ve had through here; you’re strong and brave. In fact, you’re so special I just might keep you for myself.”
Excuse me.
What did he just say?
Keep me for himself?
I don’t bloody think so, buster.
I’d rather chew off my right arm than be stuck here with him for the rest of my life.
I know, of course, I’m not going to get stuck with anyone, but still . . . the very idea of it makes me sick to my stomach.
“You want to keep me?” I ask, looking up at him with doe eyes.
He reaches out and strokes my cheek. “You make me feel something different, so yeah. I might just keep you.”
I swallow and look away. “Who do you want me to meet, then?”
“Come, come. I’ll show you.”
We walk down the halls of his massive house and into his office where an older man is standing. He’s got greying hair atop his head, and when he turns, I note his dark brown eyes and weathered skin. He’s tall, lean and well dressed. He doesn’t look dangerous, and yet something about his presence screams danger to me.
It’s him—the man I’ve seen in the photos.
Aviana’s uncle.
The man running this entire operation.
The monster responsible for all this hell that’s being unleashed into the world right now.
“Waverly, this is Peter. Peter is a dear friend of mine.”
Peter. That’s it? That’s his name?
I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ve got nothing against that name, but this man . . . this man seems so incredibly dangerous, yet his name almost makes him sound . . . normal.
I know for a damned fact he’s not.
He’s more dangerous than even I can possibly imagine.
“Hi Peter,” I say, raising a hand and waving to him shyly.
“This is the one you were telling me about,” Peter says, stepping forward and walking towards me. I try to keep calm, but it’s hard when this monster is approaching me and I want nothing more than to claw his eyes out. “She’s a real beauty, Dax. Incredibly unique.”
I’ve been called a few things in my life; unique isn’t one of them.
“She’s special alright,” Dax tells him, placing a hand on my shoulder. “She’s strong and smart and more beautiful than most.”
He thinks that about me? From the few times I’ve been here and spent time with him?
I shake my head. God dammit, Waverly, it’s all an act.
“She is most certainly beautiful. The rest I’ll be the judge of. When can I take her?”
Wait. What? Take me?
No.
I don’t think so.
I step back towards Dax without thought. It’s just a reaction. Out of the two evil men in this room right now, I trust Dax more than I trust Peter, who is staring at me like he’s got thoughts in his head that aren’t at all pure.
Dax places a hand on my hip, and pulls me back closer to him, and I’m strangely comforted, mostly because I’m terrified of the man in front of me.
“Actually, I’m keeping this one with me for a while.” Dax speaks in a calm voice, but it’s bold, too. It tells Peter that he’s going to do it, with or without his approval. I’m not entirely sure yet of the man Peter is, but if I’m guessing correctly, I’d say he isn’t going to take that well.
I’m right.
Peter straightens and looks Dax right in the eyes. “You know the rules around here, son. Nobody keeps a woman except me.”
“Rules change,” Dax says, his voice still scarily calm. “She’s goin’ to stay here with me until I decide what to do with her.”
They’re speaking about me like I’m a small puppy incapable of looking after myself. To be fair, that’s the way I come across, but it’s also infuriating to listen to.
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