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ERIKA
I come to with a scream.
I thrash around the wooden table as I try to get free, my eyes snap open and I see many strange faces hovering over me. My arms and legs are being held down as some woman speaks to me but I can’t hear a word she is saying over my own screams.
“Royal.” The woman yells, a second later the man himself is standing at the top of my head, even upside down he looks fucking beautiful. “Make her stop. I can’t remove the bullet while she is moving.” The woman shouts again. He reaches out and grips my face in his hands and kneels down above me so he can whisper in my ear.
“Stop fucking screaming.” He growls.
“Fuck. You.” I grit out through clenched teeth as the woman prods around my wound, I arch off the table trying to get free.
“Royal.” The woman shouts as she applies pressure to my shoulder to hold me down.
“Fuck!” I scream so loud my ears ring as she digs some tweezer looking things into my wound, I open my mouth to cuss the bitch out but the words die in my throat the moment Royal presses his lips to mine momentarily shocking me.
I’m doing the Spiderman kiss.
Is the thought that swirls through my mind as he kisses me upside down, I get lost in the kiss as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, I moan into his mouth lifting my head to try to deepen it. Royal’s distraction is forgotten the second the woman pulls the bullet out, I scream into his mouth and accidently bite down on his tongue when I try to quieten myself. He yanks his tongue free and glares down at me, his eyes are dark with anger.
“The fuck did you do that for?” He snarls, I ignore him as I turn my head to the side to see the woman who I now recognize as Clare Murdoch holding a bullet between her thumb and index finger, she smiles kindly at me.
“I’m sorry you had to feel all of that, I wasn’t exactly prepared for this so I had no pain killers or sedatives.” I nod my head unable to speak, I’ve realized I have no issues speaking to Royal but when it comes to anyone else I choke up. “I’m gonna clean your wound, will you be okay if I get the others to let you go?” frowning I lift my head and look around me to see, Rook, Anya and Carlina holding my legs. I turn to my other side and cringe at the sight of Royal’s mother, Kiara standing there holding my arm down.
She just saw me make out with her son!
“Let her go, she won’t move.” Royal answers for me as I continue to stare at his mother, she stares right back there is no judgment or loathing in her gaze just… Curiosity. They release their hold on me and step back, it’s not lost on me that Chanel, Havoc, Koby, Knight and Bishop aren’t here. I know Gage and Vincent were injured so I’m guessing they are both recovering somewhere. I hiss when Clare pours fucking whiskey on my wound, I slam my eyes closed and breathe through my nose trying to focus on something else aside from the pain. On the plus side, I can’t feel pain anywhere else at the moment so I take that as a small win.
Clare bandages my wound and gives me some antibiotics, I find it fucking comical how she has antibiotics on hand but has no sedatives. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was instructed to not administer it so I could feel every fucking thing she did. Once she’s finished I attempt to sit up I’m still so fucking weak, I try again and growl when I flop back against the table. On the third attempt a hand lands on the middle of my back and helps me sit up, my head spins and I begin to sway, before I can topple off the table Royal comes to my side and lifts me into his arm. I’m too wrung out to argue or fight him.
He says nothing as he walks away from the others and heads down a hallway, I expect him to take me back to his shack but the moment he enters an office where I see, Knight, Koby, and Gage Murdoch all sitting on a leather sofa, I dart my gaze past them to see Bishop Murdoch sitting behind a desk with a pissed off look on his face. Royal stops in front of his father’s desk and places me on my feet, he grabs my waist to keep me steady but I step out of reach. If I’m going to face this motherfucker I’m going to do it without the aid of his son.
Bishop eyes me with disdain, he looks at me like I am nothing but shit beneath his shoe and you know what? The feeling is mutual. He pushes back from his desk and stands up slowly, the man fucking towers over me but I don’t cower under his scornful look I force myself to stand tall and weather his brutal glare. I can see why at this moment he is so feared by many, his name alone can have grown ass men pissing themselves.
“Your wound was tended to so you didn’t die.” His tone is devoid of all emotion as he speaks. “Do not misinterpret my family helping you for weakness, my son's affection for you means nothing to me. If I order it, he will kill you.”
A scoff escapes me, his eyes narrow but fuck it, if I’m going to die here I’m gonna say what I want to. “Seems to me your son has a habit of not doing what he’s told, unless I’m mistaken you and your brothers were locked up like animals while he infiltrated Chance Bennett’s team and managed to get close enough to him so he could dismantle his shit from the inside.” Bishop slams his fist down on his desk, I jolt but remain where I am.
“You know nothing little girl.”
“I know more than you think.” I snap back.
“Like where the fuck my son is?” I turn to see Koby standing there shooting me the filthiest look, but beneath that I can see the worry and fear. Those feelings aren’t for herself but for her son and that’s the only reason I answer her because if that was my mother standing there in her position, I wish someone would be honest with her.
“I don’t know where your son is.” I answer honestly.
“But you have an idea of where hemighthave taken him.” Royal grounds out, I keep my gaze on Koby as I answer.
“I overheard Chance and Dalton talking about a new beach house he acquired in the Hamptons, it’s only new so it wouldn’t be listed as one of his assets. I suspect that would be where he would go to stay off grid and hide your son.” Knight is on his feet and looking at Bishop.
“I’m going.” He says.
“No.” Knight opens his mouth to argue but Bishop pushes on. “We’re going.”
“No.” Both men swing their gazes to Royal. “We are going, we got him into this shit and we are the ones that are going to get him out.” As pathetic as it sounds, pride swells inside me that he is owning who he is.
They may be the mafia but Royal and his cousins are the Memento Mori.
“You’re not ready and nor are they–.”
