Page 51 of Unmasked Legacy

I try to wiggle free from Kael’s grip, but I’m having no luck.

“Get her inside,” Wolfe orders. “Clean her up.”

“I’m not staying here,” I hiss, squirming again.

Ignoring my protest, Wolfe growls, “Nobody lets her leave. Nobody.”

“You can’t,” I begin, but Kael spins me away.

“Come on, you fiery little shit stirrer. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I can hear the laughter lacing his tone.

“It’s not funny,” I protest as he pulls me toward the large warehouse.

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ hilarious.”

We step inside, walking past a heap of bikers playing pool, and into a back room behind the bar stocked with alcohol. Kael pushes me down onto a stool and orders me not to move beforedisappearing and coming back a few minutes later with a large first-aid kit.

“Fuck, she beat you up good,” he murmurs when he squats down in front of me.

“Do not give her that satisfaction. I got hit by a car on my way here.”

His ice-blue eyes swing up to mine. “What the fuck?”

“Just when you thought your day couldn’t get any more interesting,” I mumble.

He chuckles. “Well fuck me, you are certainly a handful.”

“So I’ve heard.”

He prepares a bowl full of water and some liquid he takes from the kit, then he gets a large gauze and dunks it in before beginning the long cleaning process. My knees are burning, but I grit my teeth and don’t make a sound. Once he’s done cleaning them, he lathers them in something that burns like all hell, and then he moves to my hands.

“Who hit you?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “Someone who hates me, which is about two thousand or more people, considering it’s not a huge town.”

Kael grins, looking up at me. God he’s beautiful. “Well, that’s only half the town.”

I snort. “In that case, it has grown. It’s probably closer to three thousand nine hundred then.”

He chuckles. “Ain’t it amazing how our parents can fuckin’ destroy so much for us, even when we do nothin’ except exist.”

I swallow. “Yeah.”

The door opens and Wolfe steps inside, his eyes full of pent-up rage and frustration. Oh great, how wonderful.

“I’ll take it from here,” he mutters, and Kael pushes to his feet.

“I’d rather he didn’t,” I say to Kael, ignoring Wolfe.

“Sorry darlin’.” Kael grins. “Best of luck.”

Great.

He leaves and closes the door, leaving Wolfe and me alone in the room. Wolfe walks over, picking up where Kael left off. I grit my teeth when he takes my hand, cleaning it and revealing some deep gashes. The silence between us is intense, and I try to keep my eyes anywhere else but on him.

“You should know, I don’t appreciate you comin’ into my club, startin’ shit.”

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