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Kaos seems to notice my shift in mood because he brings the handle of the knife to his lips and drags his tongue along the cool steel with a groan of satisfaction.
“Never going to get tired of your taste, Princess.”
He stands to his full height, his body towering over me, and I can’t help but track my eyes over his hard muscles, appreciating all the hours he must have spent in the gym, before my gaze falls on the wound that’s still bleeding in the middle of his stomach.
“We should probably get that looked at.”
“After I fuck you.” He grips the hem of his sweatpants. “If I die of blood loss balls deep inside you, I’ll die a fucking happy man.”
I’m about to respond when someone clears their throat in the doorway, and I turn my head to find a very amused-looking Kovu leaning against the wall.
“Sorry to break up what seems to have been a real party, but family meeting in Crew’s office. Now.” He moves toward us, his eyes trailing over my blood-soaked body. He releases the towel around my wrists before Kaos gets the chance. “Fuck, do you look good covered in blood, Little Lamb.”
“I’ll just go get cleaned up, and I’ll meet you up there,” I say quietly, not trusting my voice when I’m feeling both vulnerable and turned on as hell.
He shakes his head as he takes his shirt from Kaos and carefully helps me into it. “No time. Looks like everyone gets to see how good you look covered in Kaos’s blood.”
CHAPTER FORTY
BISHOP
Idown my glass of whiskey the second Crew hands it to me, ignoring his surprised look.
Today has been a shitshow of epic proportions.
I thought when I called my dad for backup because the casino was being raided, that was the craziest thing that could happen tonight, but then he told me the fight club was taken down at the exact same time, leaving us shorthanded because someone had to stay here with Camilla.
It was easier when she was on lockdown and we had to have one of us with her the whole time because we thought she might snoop or try to run. But now it’s for her own safety, as she accumulates more and more enemies as the days go by. It’s not like we can just bring her with us.
Crew takes my glass and refills it, but the moment he hands it back to me, it meets the same fate as the first. I’m wound too tight, and as much as I’d love to fuck Camilla to release some of the tension, I don’t have the time.
As if the thought of her could make her appear, she walks into the room with Kovu in front of her and Kaos behind her. But it’s not until a smug-looking Kovu steps out of my way that my mouth drops open in surprise. She and Kaos are both covered in blood, and before I can get the question out, Crew is across the room, his eyes looking for cuts on her to explain where all the blood has come from.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” he barks at Kaos, not taking his hands off her as he grasps her arms in his hands and searches for the source of the blood.
“I think the better question on this occasion is what the fuck did she do to him.” Kovu barks out a laugh, and Crew finally tears his eyes off Camilla to look at Kaos.
He’s almost as covered in blood as she is, but when I spot the wound in his stomach, I realize she must have been the one wielding the knife.
“Nothing he didn’t deserve.” Camilla smirks as she moves further into the room. She stops by the cart and pours two glasses of whiskey before handing one to Kaos as he closes the distance between them. “Can you get Rogers in here to deal with his stomach and hand? I doubt he’s going to bleed out, but I hear gangrene isn’t much fun.”
Kovu doubles over, his laughter filling the room, and it’s even enough to drag my lips into a smile. It’s been such a rare sound all our lives, the fact that Camilla brings it out in him, in all of us so easily makes a part of me that has always felt adrift settle.
For so long, we’ve each held the weight of the world on our shoulders, and now that we have her, it doesn’t feel quite so heavy, even as the world around us implodes.
I shoot off a text to Rogers to come up when he’s free, which will save us a trip down to the medical rooms later with Camilla.
“Did you stab him?” Crew asks, finally moving from his place by the door now that the shock has worn off.
“Not so much as he stabbed himself with a knife I was holding.” Camilla shrugs as she takes a sip of whiskey and almost hides her reaction to the strong liquor.
I shake my head and tug her into my lap, surveying the blood she’s coated in. “What about this…artwork you have happening?” I raise a brow as the scent of copper fills my nose. Seeing her covered in blood shouldn’t be so fucking hot, but it is. I really hope Kovu and his blood kink isn’t rubbing off on the rest of us.
“Kaos thinks he’s Picasso.”
I bark out a laugh and bury my face in her neck. “You’re something else, love.”
“Don’t think I’m not still pissed at you.” She levels me with a harsh glare that only seems to make my smile grow. Fuck. Is this what it’s like to feel happy? Why does it feel so vastly different from every other time I’ve thought I’ve been content with the life we built for ourselves?
