I scoff, and they swing at me, knocking me in the hip. I swing my hand out and get them in the neck, the syringe piercing skin and sinking in. But I can’t compress it completely, and it just hangs there.
This creature scoffs and jolts away. But it’s enough. I can see them start to falter and it gives me enough time to step forward and wrench the bar from their hand and compress the rest of the serum into their system.
They curse at me and claw at my chest, but it’s done—the first step in finding the man who hurt Bane and ultimately the person behind it all.
And if this person can help me do it, so be it.
I rub at my hip, at the feel of a bruise making an appearance.
I’m going to make them pay for this.
One way or another.
10
BANE
“Where the fuck is George?” Anthony growls. “And why the hell is Bane crying?”
Anthony sounds like he’s about to combust. Which is nice, honestly. I want someone to care for me.
“I’m not crying,” I say with a loud sniffle.
“You are. And you can’t convince me otherwise. Did someone take your trophies? Did someone hurt you?” Anthony’s fists clench, his jaw popping, and I shudder at how feral he looks.
“No. It’s just Georgiy.”
His eye twitches. “Bane. What. Did. He. Do?”
I sniffle and swipe at my nose, knowing I’m a mess, but…but he left me. And I have a ring.
I made him a ring.
He didn’t want it.
He saidnot now. Which probably means not ever.
“He left. But I don’t really want to talk about it,” I say miserably.
“Bane,” Anthony says, and then a moment later, someone cuddles in next to me. It’s Angel. I can tell by the way he smells. Like dessert.
“Oh, love,” he says softly, carding his hand through my hair. “You don’t need to talk. Only when you’re ready.”
I nod and burrow further into Angel, who just lets me be. Anthony is fuming. I can see him behind his desk, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He sips it, his eyes narrowing as he watches me.
“He’ll be okay, Dad. He just needs to cry it out. Sometimes that helps.”
I agree. Although, I don’t really feel better. I kinda feel worse.
Suddenly, Kit appears in my line of sight, his eyes meeting mine. “Hey. I know you aren’t feeling the best, but do you want to come watch something? It might make you feel better?”
“Are you and Jax going to kiss?”
He stiffens, his cheeks turning red. “I—I don’t kiss men.”
“Oh. Well, then maybe some light touching? Chests, cheeks, a dick or two if you’d like.”
“I mean…I wasn’t…is that what you want to see?”
