Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,71

drugged you don’t remember anything. You got tangled up with Dax, and he tricked you into believing he cared about you. Say nothing unless you absolutely have to.”

I nod, swallowing. “Okay.”

She sighs. “I should get back to work. I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’m okay. It’s all going to be okay.”

“Yeah.” She nods. “Yeah, I hope so.”

So do I.

I really, really hope so.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR face?” Officer Blart asks, narrowing his eyes as I sit across from him at the station later that day when I was called in to make a statement. It didn’t take long for them to track me down and ask for me to come in.

“Dax tried to take me with him last night, and . . . we fought. I got away, but I don’t remember much after that.”

“Why were you with Dax?”

“He took me to dinner,” I tell them. “We went to a hotel and we were going to spend the night, but he told me his real plan and I freaked out. That’s when he tried to get me out of town.”

It’s a lie, but it works. If they check the restaurant and the hotel, they’re going to see that I was with Dax, and my story will check out. It puts me completely away from the club.

“What happened to your phone?”

I shake my head. “He took it.”

I know they want it so they can get records, but they’re not going to find it because it’s long gone. We made sure of that.

“What do you have to do with the King’s Descendants club? We’re aware that you’re living with a member, Mykel. Why is that?”

I shake my head, staring at them in confusion. “He hired me as a live in housekeeper.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Is there a contract for this?”

“Yes,” I lie. It’s easy enough to make one.

“Have you seen or noticed anything unusual in your time working at the house?”

I shake my head. “No, he’s never there.”

“Have you been to the clubhouse?”

“Once.”

“What for?”

I shrug. “Just a cookout. It was pretty tame, really.”

“Did you ever see any of the members with Dax when you were with him at his house?”

I shake my head. “Never. I only saw him and Peter.”

Officer Blart stares at me, narrowing his eyes. He doesn’t believe me, but I don’t care. I’m sticking to my story and because I’ve been hidden so well because of Dax, there will be no evidence that I have anything to do with the club other than working for them.

So Alarick told me that I had to tell the truth, to a degree—that I was hired to work for Mykel, and that’s all my involvement with the club.

But to go into great detail about Dax.

So that’s exactly what I’m doing.

“How did you meet Dax?”

“At a bar,” I say. “I was . . . having a hard night, and he came up to me, and we hit it off. He treated me really well, and I honestly didn’t see anything wrong with him until he showed me the girls he was keeping at his house.”

He has me give him the location of the bar, and the date. Good thing he’ll actually see Dax approaching me.

“What did he tell you?”

“He said he was going to sell them. He said he killed Bennett and needed to make some money quick. He was scared, after Bennett died, that his tracks would no longer be covered.”

“Is that when panicked?”

“No,” I say. “I panicked when he wanted to take me with him. I didn’t want to go on the run. I didn’t want to leave, and he just lost it. He tried to drown me.”

Officer Blart is recording all of this, and at my statement, he looks up. “Drown you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Where?”

“In the hotel. I was having a bath and he held me under the water.”

He murmurs something to himself.

“What else can you tell me about Dax and what you saw?”

“That’s about it. He kept most of it secret.”

“Do you have any idea where he might have gone?”

“No.”

“Do you think he’ll try and make contact with you?”

“I have no idea.”

He nods, and writes something else down. Then he looks up at me. “If he tries to contact you, we’ll need to know. We’ll also need any email accounts or laptops you have to check for information.”

“Okay.”

Good thing I have none of those. Well, I do, but they were never used.

“That is all the questions we have for now, but don’t go far, Waverly. We’re not finished talking to you.”

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