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“I’m right behind you,” Wilde said as Celt left the kitchen
I grabbed his hand with the intension of stopping him. He was only supposed to stop, but he wrapped his fingers around mine. His warm skin touched a part of me that the weed couldn’t hope to. For the first time since the rape, my fingers stopped trembling. Without thinking, I curled my fingers around his, “Did Doc bring the leg brace?”
Wilde ran the fingers of his free hand through my hair, pushing it back from my face, “No. He said he’d bring it another time, but it doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t. I meant what I said to your brother. I’ll stay and look after you as long as you need me. I owe you at least that.”
“You don’t owe me a god dammed thing, Wilde.” I unhooked my fingers from his and left the room, feeling the weight of his stare on me as I walked away. I kept my eyes trained on the concrete path I traveled, leaving the scene to my left to the men. Still, the smell of blood and gunfire cloyed in the air.
I let out a huge sigh when I closed the door to my apartment behind me. My legs and knees weakened as I wobbled over to the bathroom where I undressed and let the shower get hot. The little room steamed up, fogging the mirror, before I eased under the hot water. Blissfully, the water stung my skin, scalding away the places where the scum had touched me. I pumped a heavy dose of soap onto the bath sponge then scoured everywhere that wasn’t injured. When that was done, I braced my hands on the wall and let the water rush over my face and hair. The rape replayed in my mind. The worst part? When I’d forced myself to relax and just fucking let it happen.
I shook myself back to the present. He was dead and it was over. I stoppered the drain and hissed as I eased my battered pussy into the pool that formed in the bottom of the tub. Once the sting passed, the warmth was nice. Grateful to be alone for a while, I leaned back and enjoyed the peaceful soak. My wounds would heal. I would heal. There wasn’t another option.
After toweling off most of the water and dabbing the sore spots, I dressed again in loose clothing and bound my wet hair in a ponytail. I glanced in the mirror one more time and nodded.
Time to check on the boys.
20
Wilde
“There are two ways to do this.” Celt crouched to examine the body again, using a wrench to lift one corner of the prospect’s cut.
The denim vest was unmarked, as per most MC regs, but I’d scanned every inch of the body to make fucking sure there were no signs of the club hunting me. AX3 prospects wore a small pin over the heart, something the leaders liked to pound into their chest to draw blood. Called it “earning their scars.” No sign of that on the rapist fucker.
I kept my trap glued shut as Celt worked through whatever he was trying to decide, hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with the official bullshit.
Eventually, he craned his neck to look up at me. “I could take a formal statement, haul your ass down to the station, and keep you there while I get a team out to do scene of crime shit. Then there’s the endless paperwork.”
I stared down at him. “But you’re not going to do any of that?”
“Don’t think I’m doing this for you,” he said, standing up and grabbing one of the free tarps. “I’m doing this for Bou. Grab the other end of this tarp and help me roll him up.”
The low-lying fear I’d felt since the second I’d popped this asshole suddenly cleared. If I was taken to the cop house, the AX3 would know about it before Celt had time to pull out a pen to take my statement. Celt was saving Bou the stress of having to go through all the shit of witness statements and rape kits and whatever else the cops have to do, but he was saving my ass as well. I grabbed the tarp and with a small heave, we rolled the fucker up.
“Sure you wanna do this?” I asked staring down at our handiwork. It was one thing saying you were going to cover up a murder, but I knew it was much harder to go through with it.
“Never more sure of anything in my fucking life. Luke Weston was trouble the second he came into town. I ran a check on him and he’s got a string of offences as long as my arm. No one in town knows him and no one will miss him, that’s for goddammed sure.”
“Hey there.” Bou’s musical voice hit my ears before I caught sight of her. “What’s going on?” Her eyes flittered between me and Celt before landing on the rolled-up tarp on the floor.
My legs froze, holding me in place as I gaped. Wet Bou, even battered and dressed in clothes that hung from her lithe frame, was the hottest sight I had seen. Fucking. Ever.
Stop it, you goddamn pervert! I scolded myself, knowing she didn’t need that kind of reaction from me. She needed compassion, not some asshole perving at her. I followed her eye line to the tarp.
“What’s this, Celt?” It was a question, but it came off as a warning.
“I’m not putting you through anymore shit on account of this scumbag. He deserves far worse.” Celt kicked the tarp for good measure. I was really starting to like this guy despite the shiner on my eye.
“You’ll lose your badge!”
“Only if I get caught, and I’m not planning on letting that happen.”
Bou shook her head. “I can’t let you do that. Either of you.”
I saw the tremble in her hands again. I stepped forward and took her hand in mine. “If Celt takes this higher, there will be a long drawn-out police investigation. You’ll have to give a witness statement, maybe many times. There will probably be a court case. This thing could follow you for years... or we can get rid of it right now.” I made sure to not mention what would happen to me if this went to court. This wasn’t about me. If I could save her the shame of having to go through this, I’d go knock on the nearest judge’s house right now and hand myself in.
The way she looked up at me had me wanted to scoop her into my arms and never let her go. I’d not seen an ounce of fear in her since the day I arrived, but I saw it now.
“He’s a human being. Was, a human being.”
