“You have a point,” Cohen nods. “If we can do both without interference, then we’ll be better off.”
“How the fuck are we goin’ to get in there, get a body out, and get over fifty girls out of that house without Dax knowin’ about it?” Alarick asks.
“Me,” I say, swallowing. “You’ll have to use me.”
Alarick looks to me, and I go on.
“He trusts me; he wants me. I just need to get him away for one night. Just me and him. We can go somewhere, and that’ll give you all time to get everything done there. He’ll lose it if he goes back and all those girls are gone. He’ll lose it and he’ll do something stupid; we’ll let Zariah take it from there.”
“How are we goin’ to get those girls out?” Alarick asks. “You know where he keeps the key?”
“I’ll pay attention. I’ll go over tomorrow night and I’ll stay. I don’t want to but I will. I’ll watch what he does, where he puts things and find out where the security cameras are. All we need to do is get him out, just for a night. I can do that, with the promise of things that he wants.”
“It’s risky,” Cohen murmurs. “It might not be safe for you, Waverly. A whole night alone with him . . . He’s goin’ to want things you’re not willing to give.”
I swallow, feeling sick. “I’ll be okay. Just worry about getting this finished so I never have to see him again.”
“It’s the best plan we’ve got.” Alarick nods. “I’ll talk to the rest of the club, sort it out tomorrow. For now, we just need to enjoy the night and try not to think about what a fuckin’ shit show this has become.”
I nod, and then rub my arms. “I don’t know about you guys, but I need a drink.”
Briella nods, and hooks her arm through mine, and we walk out. I need something to take my mind off what just happened, and alcohol seems like a valid choice. We head to the bar, and order a vodka and orange each before sitting on bar stools. Briella turns to me and her eyes are soft, concerned. “Are you okay, honey?”
“I’m fine. Everything is just chaos at the moment, but I’m fine.”
“If you don’t feel safe, you do not have to go back in there. They’ll find another way . . .”
I shake my head. “I have to go back in there. I have to finish this.”
She nods. “You’re strong, Waverly. Stronger than me, I swear!”
I laugh. “I doubt that, honey. Hey, is Mykel here?”
Briella nods, and looks around. “He might be out back.”
“Mind if I go find him?”
She wiggles her brows. “Go for it.”
I finish the rest of my drink and walk through the big groups of people, looking for him. I don’t find him out back, or in any of the living areas, so I go into some of the rooms. I find him in the second room down, and what I see him doing has my stomach flipping and my whole body coming to a complete standstill.
He’s leaning against a pool table, pants down, arms crossed, and there’s a woman on the ground in front of him, on her knees, sucking his cock. For a moment, I can do nothing but stare in complete horror as her head bobs up and down. He’s got his eyes closed, his jaw is tight, and the very sight of it makes my heart feel like it’s going to explode. It hurts so much.
I didn’t expect that I’d feel something for him, not after everything, but seeing him right now just proves that I was wrong about that.
I care far more than I realized.
Just as I’m about to turn and rush out, his eyes open and meet mine. For a moment, we just stare at each other. I don’t know how to react. I don’t know what to do or what to say. Our eyes remain locked, and I let my feelings burst forth. “You’re a pig.”
I turn and run out, my whole body about to erupt in a fit of emotions I don’t understand. I make it halfway down the hall when a hand wraps around my upper arm and I’m pulled to a stop. I spin around and angrily, I see Mykel standing, jeans still half undone, his face tight. “What the fuck was that?” he demands, his voice rough and husky.
I hate that.
I hate it because it means it felt good.
Knowing that makes me want to scream.
“Get away from me,” I snap.
“What, I repeat, the fuck was that?”
His voice is harsh now, demanding.
“Go fuck yourself, Mykel. If you were going to use me, you could have at least warned me first.”
I shove at him so hard he stumbles backwards. My small body might not have a lot of force, but when I put all my might in, I can make someone move. I shove him, and then I do it over and over again, hitting his chest until he lashes out and before I know it, I’m slammed against the wall, his hand around my throat.
I’m completely stunned and shocked as he leans in close, so close his mouth is almost touching mine. We’re both panting, both wild with rage. He’s hanging onto me tightly, but not tightly enough that I lose oxygen. He’s completely silenced me in this one movement, completely rendered me voiceless. He bares his teeth in rage and growls, “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“Does anything that happened between us mean something to you, or were you just using me for a bit of sex? Because I sure as hell thought it was a bit more than that,” I spit, reaching up to grab his wrist as my breathing becomes a little labored.
He leans in even
