Undaunted (The Kings of Retribution MC)

Her eyes scan from my pistol to the ground where Mason is lying.

“Logan?” she questions.

“He’s not dead. Just knocked his ass out.”

I walk over to her, take her face in my hands and rub the pad of my thumb over the raised whelp on her face, before leaning down and lightly brushing my lips on the mark that fucker left on her cheek.

Stepping back, I look at her. “I’m sorry he put his dirty hands on you. It won’t be happening again.”

I take the tape and begin to wrap it around Mason’s wrists and ankles. Once I’ve finished, I pull my phone out to make a call. It only rings once before I hear Gabriel’s voice.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, Brother. Got a loose end that needs to be taken care of over here at the bike shop.”

“I’m across the street. Be there in five,” he declares, hanging up.

I’m leaving his ass out here, so before I head inside I bend down and tape his mouth, just in case he wakes up.

Bella is still standing there, watching.

“Come on, Angel. Let’s get inside.”

I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her towards the break room. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll make us some coffee.”

Just before I walk her to the couch she breaks away from my touch and walks over to the kitchen to grab the first aid kit from under the sink.

Walking back to where I’m standing, she grabs my hand before leading me to the table. The jolt of electricity from the contact is hard for both of us to ignore and she lifts her eyes to mine, letting me know she felt the same thing.

I can feel her pulse racing as my thumb traces across her wrist.

With a shy smile, she clears her throat before speaking. “I’m going to clean that cut you have on your arm before anything else.”

I look down at my arm. “I’m okay, babe. I’ve had worse.”

Sitting the kit down on the table she opens it and starts pulling out some of the contents, setting them on the table in front of her.

“I’m sure you have. Please, sit down, Logan. Let me take care of you.”

Fuck me. I feel a tightening in my chest again. I sit down, extending my arm and Bella begins to lightly dab the antiseptic on the cut with some gauze, cleaning it up. The sting causes me to flinch slightly.

Lifting her eyes to me, she whispers, “Sorry,” then lowers her head, blowing air across my skin to soothe the burn. Bella looks at me through her long thick lashes. Fuck, there is nothing I can do to hide the effect she has on me.

“Doesn’t look deep enough for stitches, but I’ll put a few butterfly bandages on to keep the wound closed.”

Not trusting my voice, I nod. She goes about putting the bandage on, then wraps some gauze around my forearm, before applying some tape.

“Thank you, beautiful. I haven’t had someone take care of me like that in a long time.”

I see questions in her eyes, but she doesn’t ask. I love that about her. Bella just does things, wonderful things for people, and doesn’t require anything in return. She listens without judgment, and she doesn’t push for any more than I’m willing to give.

I lead her to the couch, sitting her down. “I’m putting on a pot of coffee. I’m also gonna walk into the storefront and grab a t-shirt off the rack for you. I don’t want you sitting around with that torn shirt you’re wearing.”

Coming back into the break room, I walk over to the sink with a clean washcloth, soaking it under some warm water, before ringing it out and walking back over to Bella.

I kneel, placing the shirt on the couch and pull her towards me, placing myself between her legs.

“Let me clean you up.”