Right?
Chapter Six
She stabbed me. She actually fucking stabbed me!
I rip the knife from my thigh and just stare at it. It's small, pitiful, and as dull as the one before. Barely worth the steel it was forged from.
The cabin door hangs open in the distance, firepit crackling behind me as her makeshift cleanup burns away. The flames curl higher, devouring plastic, clothes, and the wig. She left it all behind, open fire, door swinging wide, and bloody prints stamped across the threshold.
If it were anyone else, I’d leave it, let them learn from their mistakes, but her?
There is no fucking way I will let her get caught.
I slide my belt free, loop it high around my thigh and wrench it tight until the blood slows down. The cut isn't deadly, not deep, just messy.
The fire collapses into embers, spitting ash into the night air. I wait, breathing through the sting, before limping toward the bike. I brace the tank and grip the seat as I lean there for a moment, jaw clenched.
How the fuck am I hard right now?
She put steel in my leg, and my cock’s reacting like she kissed me. I close my eyes, drag air into my lungs, and try to breathe it out. No use. The ache in my thigh just pulses in time with the twitch between my legs.
Helmet on and the engine growling. The black beast rumbles under me, and I tear down the back roads, bleeding and smiling. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?
When I finally roll into the garage and push through the door, Beau glances up but doesn’t speak. Caleb’s the one who notices first.
“The fuck happened to you?” He steps closer, eyes dropping to the red soaking through my cargos. “You’re bleeding.”
“She stabbed me.” I sink into the nearestchair with a groan. Pain lances sharp through my thigh, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
“She what?” Beau barks a laugh as Caleb disappears down the hall.
“She—” I shake my head, smirk tugging at my mouth. “Fucking hellcat.”
Beau crouches, fingers tugging the belt loose before peeling the fabric open. “What the fuck did you do?”
“I might’ve… scared her. A little.”
“A little? She fucking stabbed you,” Beau mutters, though his mouth twitches like he’s holding back another laugh.
“I think she liked being scared.” My voice drops without meaning to, remembering the flash in her eyes, the curve of her lips when she stepped close enough to slide the blade in.
“Right,” Beau says, inspecting the cut. “Jesus. She got you good.”
“Thank fuck she only owns shitty knives,” I grunt.
“She’s going to get better ones if you keep pushing her.”
Caleb reappears, tosses the first aid kit onto the couch. “Not too bad. Couple stitches and you’ll live.”
“Good.” I lean my head back, pulse still quick. “Fix it fast.”
Beau raises a brow. “Why?”
I smirk at the ceiling, already seeing her again.
“Because I’ve got a hellcat to visit.”
I clean the blood off, lean on the bathroom counter, and reach for the laptop.
