Page 34 of King
He kicks the door close with his foot, and I press my face further into the crook of his neck inhaling the calming scent of his cologne and the natural scent of his skin.
Silently he walks me to his bed, then sits me down. He kneels at my feet and removes both my shoes.
“Dylan, I’m fine.”
He sighs and looks up at me through dark lashes. I’ve never noticed how long and dark his lashes are. Women would kill to have a set of lashes like his.
“Alana, you’re trembling like a leaf.”
I look down at my hands and sure enough, they’re shaking. I clasp them in my lap to stop them.
“You’re not fine. And it’s okay, I’m going to take care of everything.”
He runs his rough hands up and down my legs.
“At first, when they came up beside us, I thought it was some of the guys, but their vests were different. Tongue and David seemed concerned, then all hell broke loose.”
His hands stop and he looks me in the eyes. “Did you see the name? A picture on the vest?”
“Savage Order.” I sigh, my palm against my forehead willing the images he needs to come to me. “San Francisco. Some kind of demon with a skull. I don’t know. Everything happened so fast. One minute we were talking and the next, Tongue was shouting for me to get on the floor.”
“That’s good enough.” I didn’t miss the anger crossing his face, he tries to mask from me. “Lay down and rest, sweetheart. You’ve had a wild and crazy day.”
Suddenly I can barely keep my eyes open. I lay down, grab Dylan’s pillow, then inhale his scent, closing my eyes. I sigh as calmness overtakes me.
“Can you lay with me?” I sound needy but I don’t want to be alone. I want him near me. “At least until I fall asleep.”
He doesn’t waste any time. He slides off his vest, then neatly folds it before laying it in the chair. Then he sits on the bed, unlaces his boots, and pulls them off, before sliding into the bed beside me. Without any hesitation, he pulls me closer to his body, and I’ve never felt as much peace as I do right now.
“Thank you.”
He doesn’t say anything, only kisses me on my head. I heave another sigh, closing my eyes as I let my body relax. Today has been shitty. Hopefully when I wake up all this bullshit will be over.
Chapter Twelve
KING
Ican’tdescribethefucking rage moving through me. The anger of all the brothers especially when they saw the condition of Tongue and how scared Alana was, is indescribable right now. Savage Order wants a war with us, they got one. They’ve been pushing the boundaries for months. But have never done something as stupid as the shit they pulled today.
“Calm down.”
My brother’s voice sounds like it’s a million miles away and the calmness in it is pissing me off even more. How in the hell is he so calm after we’ve been attacked? He’s acting so cavalier like what happened doesn’t mean anything.
“They could have died!”
She could have died.
“And you want me to calm down? Fuck you!”
I throw the whiskey tumbler against the wall. I don’t care the glass shatters, and whiskey splashes everywhere.
“We all die sooner or later, brother,” he says, letting my insult roll off his back.
A few years ago, while Gavin was locked up, Logan’s entire demeanor changed. He went from the life of the party to the motherfucker who’d gut you like a fish. No questions asked. I never knew what brought about the change in him, but my fun-loving brother’s long gone, replaced by this heartless motherfucker sitting in front of me who cares less about whether he or anyone else lives or dies.
“What’s that shit Ma use to always say?” he continues like I’m not having a fucking meltdown. “We’re all born to die. When it’s our time it’s our time.”
For me that’s fine, but not for her.
