Knight broke the kiss. “I fucking love you.”
I smiled, feeling whole in a way I hadn’t ever thought possible—especially after watching such brutal violence. Strangely, it hadn’t triggered me. I’d been too focused on Knight to even think about me. And the cage match was nothing like what went down with my father. I’d been a helpless kid. Knight was an experienced fighter.
It had been terrifying, of course. The thought of losing him killed me. But I was so damn proud of him—both for the way he could fight, and also the way he chose peace instead.
“You’re a good man, William Knight,” I said. “I love you too.”
We loaded into the cars—Tex driving Flynn’s Buick this time. I guided Knight into the back seat and slid in beside him.
“Let me clean you up,” I said, opening my med bag.
I dug through my supplies, pulling out alcohol wipes and bandages while Knight unwound the tape from his battered hands.
I disinfected his forehead and cleaned up the blood the best I could, then applied a butterfly bandage to hold the cut shut. “You bled a lot, but it’s a shallow wound. I don’t think you’ll need stitches.”
“Good,” he said. “Uh, Angel, what are all those syringes for?”
“Oh, those,” I said innocently. “Nothing.”
Tex glanced back over the seat. “Syringes? Filled with what?”
“It’s ketamine.”
“What?” Knight yelped.
“Liliana helped me get it,” I said with a shrug. “If those assholes tried to take you, I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
Knight gaped at me, shocked, while Tex busted up laughing. “Oh shit, I can’t wait to tell the guys!”
Knight was less amused. “Angel, that would have been incredibly dangerous.”
“I know. I was going to let the other guys help me, obviously.”
“Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m glad it didn’t come to that. I’d hate it if you were hurt.”
“I hate it that youarehurt,” I shot back as I turned his head to prod at his skull. He flinched. “You should probably have a CT to be safe.”
“I’ve got a hard head. I’m fine.”
“I’d feel better if?—”
Knight dragged my hand to his dick. “I’m hard everywhere, Angel. I’d feel better if you took care of this pain.”
“Do you think you’re cute?” I demanded.
He grinned. “Yes.”
Fuck it. He was cute, and he knew it. He was fucking irresistible. He’d fought for his life tonight and won. If he wanted a reward, who was I to argue?
I barely thought twice about Tex in the front seat. He had to be prepared for a show. It was why he’d offered to drive, after all.
I shoved aside my med bag and pulled him in for a kiss. Knight pressed me back across the seat, blanketing me with his body and grinding against me.
I moaned as his lips latched onto my throat. I caught Tex’s eye in the rear-view mirror.
“Maybe he’ll learn something,” Knight murmured into my ear.
Arousal flooded me, my cock stiffening in my jeans.
