Page 54 of Mex

He knows there is only one monster in this world who would do something like this.

“I had no choice,” I murmur, closing my eyes. “Tell me you’ve got something strong for pain, Jayme, because I don’t think I can cope.”

“I’ve got nothin’.”

I groan.

I know who would have something – the bikers I ran from. I’m not certain if it would be wise to contact them, but right now if I don’t take this pain away, I fear I might just die. I don’t want to take another pained breath, I don’t want to move anything, I just want to sleep until the pain goes away.

“Get hold of the club,” I murmur, placing a hand over my eyes. “I’m desperate. They will be wondering where I am, and they’ll have something to give me, especially if you tell them I have something to give them in return.”

“You can’t be fuckin’ serious?” Jayme mutters. “You want me to bring even more danger into your world right now?”

“I’ve got no other choice.”

“You do have a choice, fuckin’ get up and leave. Change your name, start a new life. You don’t have to do this, Acacia.”

“I killed her, Jayme.”

He goes silent for a moment, and I force my hand off my eyes and stare up at him.

“What are you talking about?”

“She isn’t hiding or missing ... I killed her. I killed my own mother.”

Jayme stares down at me with a mixture of shock and admiration.

“Please tell me you’re fucking joking, Acacia.”

“I wish I was, but I’m not. I didn’t plan it, but it’s the truth. Now, Marek knows, and he wants to take over everything.”

Jayme runs a hand down his face, letting out a long, frustrated groan. “Fuck.”

“I know it’s bad, and I swear I’ll tell you everything when speaking doesn’t hurt so much, but for right now, please, I need you to make contact with Mex. I need assistance.”

“You trust him to give it to you?”

“No, but he’s the only choice I’ve got right now. Please, Jayme.”

Jayme stares at me, then, with a frustrated growl, he turns and walks out. I close my eyes again, and I faintly hear the jingling of his keys as he leaves the apartment to go and do as I’m asking. He’s a good friend, the very best, because most people wouldn’t do this for me.

I must drift into an uncomfortable sleep, because it seems like only seconds pass before I hear the sound of the door opening and my eyes flutter open. My vision is blurred at first, but I can make out Jayme entering the apartment followed by Mex and Colt. Thankfully, it’s only the two of them. I don’t have it in me to deal with the others right now. These two are enough.

“Fuck,” Mex grinds out. “What happened to her?”

“I’ll let her tell you that. We had no other options for pain relief right now,” Jayme explains.

Walking over to the sofa, Mex stops as he lowers himself to sit on the edge of it, his eyes running over me. He has no idea just how bad it is. I know he can see the marks on my arms and legs, but it’s what’s on my body that concerns me. I look up at him, and weirdly I have so much I want to say, yet the only thing that comes out is, “I need help.”

He glances up at Colt, nodding, then he looks back down to me, reaching out to run his finger over just one of the many burn marks on my skin from that cattle prod. “Who the fuck did this?”

My eyes move to Jayme, who stares at me, no doubt wondering if I’m going to tell them the truth.

If they know how easily I can access Marek ...

“It’s a long story,” I whisper. “I just ... I can’t take the pain any longer. Please.”

Colt steps up beside the sofa and reaches down, opening his hand to present two pills. I take them without hesitation, then swallow them down with the water he hands over to me. Wincing as I settle back into the sofa, I know I’m going to need to clean all of these wounds to prevent infection. While they’re mostly burn type wounds, one wrong move and it could go very badly for me.

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