Nox (Untamed Sons MC #2) - Jessica Ames Page 0,3
that could have killed her. The thought makes my stomach twist and bile cling to the back of my throat.
I watch as Whizz wipes the last of the blood from her face. She murmurs an apology for destroying the towel he used. Like we give a fuck about the towels. I’m more worried about what she has coming her way. Every time my eyes trail over that mark on her forehead, red clouds my vision and my rage gnaws at my gut. I can see now she’s cleaned the blood from her face that she has a bruise blossoming across her cheek and her eye is starting to swell. It makes anger burn a path through my veins.
Whizz starts to clean up the wound, the smell of antiseptics clogging my nose. My fists clench at my sides as she whimpers at the first touch he makes, pulling back from his offending fingers. I’m a cunt’s hair from breaking his hand if he hurts her again.
I can’t help but feel protective of this woman. She deserves to be protected. Lucy took care of Sasha and Lily-May when the club couldn’t. Now she’s in trouble the club owes it to her to take care of her. I want to take care of her.
“Did you recognise the men?” Rav demands, his tone as sharp as a knife’s edge.
Lucy swallows hard, her head ducking a little, her blood-matted hair curtaining her face, and shakes her head. I can smell the metallic tang of it in the air, a sickly familiar scent. I don’t like that Rav’s tone has her forcing her spine straight and meeting his gaze with fear lurking beneath the steel.
“It happened so fast, but no. I don’t know the men.”
“Did they say anything to you?”
“No.”
“Did they say anything to your boss?”
Her throat works as she swallows hard, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for a way out. “No.”
Rav’s temper frays. “Well, what the fuck did happen?”
Sasha rounds on Rav, her eyes flaming. “Quit interrogating her. She’s been through hell without you getting in her face.”
There are very few people who would get away with talking to Ravage like that. Sasha is one of them. I’m the other, though Rav has his limits with me, and I know when to push them and when to step off.
Rav won’t lay a hand on Sasha ever, but he might take out his anger on nearby objects, so I brace, ready for anything, but he seems to hold onto his temper long enough to growl out, “She turned up here covered in fucking blood, talking about heads being blown off. We need to make sure this isn’t going to come back on the club.”
He’s right. This has the potential to go south fast. We’re not prepared for an attack. There are women and kids in the clubhouse right now. Not the ideal circumstances to throw down with an enemy
Sasha drops her hands to her hips and peers up at her man, her eyes like molten lava. “She doesn’t know anything, Ty, and you’re upsetting her.”
Lucy is holding it together a lot better than I’d expect any civilian to after watching their boss get gunned down. Most people would be destroyed after seeing that, but I’ve seen shock affect people differently over the years. She’s scared, I can tell that, but the full gravity of what happened will hit her later, when she least expects it.
Rav blows out a breath, sounding like an irate bull before he shifts his eyes to Lucy. “Are they coming here?”
Lucy nibbles on her bottom lip and grips the table harder before she shifts her shoulders.
“I don’t know.” The words are spoken quietly, fear making them shaky.
His temper finally flares, and Rav curses as he snatches the door handle and strides out of the room, Sasha mutters an apology before she goes after him.
I stare at Lucy, and her eyes raise as if she knows she’s being watched. She meets my gaze for a moment before she goes back to studying her knees. I hate seeing the defeated look in her eyes.
I mutter a “Be back soon,” at Lucy.
As soon as the door is shut behind me, I hear Sasha yell, “I know you want answers, but shit, Ty, do you have to be so hard on her?”
I like that she’s defending Lucy. She owes her that. There are not many people who would take in a mother and kid and take care of them for years, and