Going back to the cut on her lip, I realize it looks worse than it actually is and use Steri-strips to close the wound rather than the suture kit I was gearing up to use. There’s nothing I can do about the blood in her hair, but I use a comb I found in her bathroom to get the grass and other debris from her blonde locks.
“Why did you let this happen to you?” I’m not blaming her, but after the way she responded to me last night, I know she had some hand in pushing this guy to violence. Just the thought of doing something to end up like this makes my gut clench. “What happened to you?”
My own fucked up childhood contributes to my fucked-up perversions, so I’m certain she’s had something just as tragic happen to her, and I’m hell bent to find out what it is.
I clean up the packaging and supplies on her bed before curling up beside her. I don’t touch her other than to brush her hair away from her face. I lie and watch her breathe until the vitamin bag is empty. Only then do I climb out of her bed and remove the IV from her hand, making sure to clean the puncture wound before covering it with gauze and tape.
I want to stay with her, to be here when she wakes up, but I know I can’t. The sun is already shining through her only window, a reminder that I have to get back to the clubhouse. After what happened last night, I know church will be called the second Lynch crawls his ass out of bed. I’ll be expected to be there, and since I have no plans of telling them more than I have to about Kaci, my ass better be in my chair the second the meeting is called to order.
I leave her key on the small counter, just like I’ve done the other times I’ve carried her home, and lock her inside. I didn’t bother parking down the road like I normally do, and it’s apparent I’ve pissed someone off by blocking them in. I take the threatening note from under the windshield wiper and toss it to the ground before climbing inside and hauling ass back to the clubhouse.Chapter 13Kaci
The pounding on my door matches the pounding in my head, as well as the pain radiating from my ribs and face. That guy last night did a real number on me, and I can’t wait to get a look in the mirror. My eyes slit open but swelling keeps them from opening all the way.
“Kaci, open the door!”
I don’t recognize the female’s voice outside, so I don’t bother getting out of bed. Also, I don’t know if I can walk, and whoever it is isn’t important enough to find out.
The doorknob rattles before the banging commences. I’m surprised the damn thing is even locked. I normally don’t bother to do it when I’m home.
When it doesn’t seem like she’s going to stop, I climb out of bed, groaning because of the pain all over my body and slowly make my way across the small room before ripping open the door.
“What the fu—?”
My words die on my lips when I see the female cop from the other week standing in my doorway. There’s never a good reason for a cop to bang on the door, and even less of a reason for Detective Abigail Martin to be standing in front of me right now.
“Jesus.” She takes in my face before sweeping her eyes down my body. “Who hurt you?”
Her hands tighten into fists as if she’s struggling to keep from reaching out for me. I don’t spend a second analyzing the flash of need to be soothed, and in a fraction of a second, I shove it down and stare back at the cop.
“What do you want?” I’d slam the door in her damn face, but if she’s here to arrest me, I don’t think she’d take that very well. Adding a new charge wouldn’t help me any.
“I tried calling.” I stare at her. “Did you block my number?”
I don’t bother telling her I blocked a number last week. I had no idea it was hers, but the caller never left a message. I figured it was some damn telemarketer that wouldn’t get the message that I wasn’t going to speak with them.
“Why are you calling me?” I’m afraid she’s going to tell me she found the guy who cut those frat boys up. After the dreams I had last night, I’m fairly certain TJ was involved somehow, and the last thing I want is him paying for the trouble I got myself into.
“I wanted to check on you.”
“I haven’t remembered anything else.” Her foot blocks the door when I try to close it.