Page 25 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MORRIGAN

I stretch out, my body aching in protest. Everything hurts. I slowly push myself up to see Nyx still fast asleep on the couch. I get out of bed to use the bathroom, still feeling weak and dizzy. I hold onto my bed for support as I make my way around the room.

Walking into the bathroom, I quietly close the door.

I glance a look at myself in the mirror and my reflection looks nothing like me.

I decide to have a shower, being careful not to get my stitches wet.

The warm water hitting my body is just what I needed.

I place my hands on the tiled wall for support as I wash myself.

Once done, I carefully step out, wrapping a towel around my body before I quietly walk out into my room.

I walk to my wardrobe and grab one of my oversized cropped T-shirts and leggings.

I open my draw and pull out my underwear, not bothering with a bra. Today I just want comfort.

I drop my towel and get dressed, and just as I’m about to put my top on, Nyx disturbs the moment. “Do all your friends get this kind of show, or am I just one of the lucky ones?” Nyx mutters.

I look over to him, stood in nothing but my black leggings and no bra. His eyes immediately focus on my tits. I sigh and roll my eyes. “It’s always the boobs,” I tut.

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you because I’m too distracted by your tits,” he quips.

I quickly pull on my T-shirt and place my hands on my hips, glaring at him. “Seriously?”

“What? I can’t help it. I’m just sat here, and you are the one that got naked in front of me. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. We shared a bed and a shower before today,” he points out.

“Don’t remind me,” I say, scrunching up my face in mock disgust.

“Don’t give me that shit. I saw you checking me out.” He grins.

“I may have peeked, but I did not stare, and I used my restraint to not look at your dick,” I argue.

“Would it make you feel better if you saw it? Would that make us even?” he asks, his hands on his fly.

“Fuck no!” I protest. I walk towards him, wobbling slightly on my feet. Damn, I really need to eat some proper food and regain my strength. The room suddenly feels like its spinning. I stop and try to regain my balance, but it’s too late. I’m falling.

Nyx leaps from the couch to catch me, his arm wrapping around me, holding me close as we land on the floor with a thud. “Fuck!” he hisses.

I blink and look up, seeing his wrist is still cuffed to the pipes and his body is awkwardly hanging off where he lunged to catch me. His other arm is still holding me against him, and as I move off of him, he winces.

“Let me help you,” I say as I try to get to my feet.

“No, just sit your ass on that couch before you fucking hurt yourself again,” he orders.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” I snap back.

“Fuck, just get on the damn couch,” he sighs.

I reluctantly do as he says, while giving him my best stare down. He pushes himself back up onto the couch, wincing and grabbing his stomach.

“I didn’t ask you to catch me,” I huff.

He gives me a look. “Fine. Next time I will let you fall and hit your head on the damn table,” he grumbles.

I sit there for a moment. “I just need to eat, then I will be fine. And I guess, thank you for not letting me smash my head on the table,” I mutter.

“Jesus.” He shakes his head back and forth. “You really are a the most fucking stubborn ass woman I’ve ever met.”

I shrug. “There are worse qualities to have.”

“Who said it was a quality?” he retorts.

I narrow my eyes at him and flip him off, before rubbing my temples. “I don’t know why I’m so dizzy,” I mutter.

“What have you eaten in the past ten days?’ he asks.

My head snaps up. “Ten days?!” I ask, shocked.

He nods. “Yeah,” he says softly.

“I didn’t realise it was so long,” I mutter, frowning, trying to think about what I had eaten. “Er, three slices of bread,” I state. “That’s what I remember. I would only eat half and hide the other down my top. I was knocked out or I blacked out some days.” I shrug.

He looks at me, a rage burning in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but a knock on the door stops him.

“Only me. I cooked you breakfast,” Bernie says, walking in with a tray full of food.

She places it down on the small table that I nearly knocked myself out on, then drags it closer to the couch for us.

“I made you a plate of food, too.” She smiles at Nyx.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so you got a bit of everything,” she says, pointing to the plate that is piled high with bacon, pancakes, eggs, and hash browns.

She had even included bowls of fruit, orange juice, and two mugs of freshly brewed coffee.

I pounce on the coffee before anyone can say anything else and take my first sip.

“Oh, my god,” I moan. “Oh, how I have missed you,” I sigh to the coffee.

Bernie snorts. “I will bring you another cup in a bit, but eat some food. Or no more coffee!” Bernie chastises.

“You can’t do that to me,” I say in horror, hugging my mug to my chest.

“I can and I will.” She winks before turning to Nyx. “You need to eat, too,” she orders before making her way to the door.

“I don’t think we are supposed to feed the kidnapped so well,” I point out.

She stops at the door. “We don’t usually keep the kidnapped in our bedrooms,” she counters, smiling as she closes the door behind her.

“If this is how you treat hostages, then I need to be kidnapped by you more often. I don’t get fed like this back home,” he mumbles in between mouthfuls.

“Where’s home?” I subtly ask, hoping he will spill some information.

He smirks. “You ain’t getting me that easily.”

“Just warming up,” I state before taking a bite of the bacon. “You need to tell me what was going on, because when you got me out of there it was like a warzone,” I state.

He swallows his mouthful of food and looks to me. “Answer me this. Would you give up who you were? Knowing you are not only giving yourself up, but your club, too?” he asks.

I bite my bottom lip. “No, I would do anything to protect them,” I answer honestly. He nods. “But if I thought I could trust them, or I thought they could help, I would tell them,” I add.

He finishes his bite of food. “I will trust you, when you trust me,” he counters.

I frown. “How am I meant to trust you, when you won’t tell me anything? You are here in my room, you’ve met my family, and you know my club’s name. You’ve given me nothing,” I point out.

He sits back and eyes me. “You have a point,” he agrees. “What do you want to know?” he asks.

I roll my eyes. “Everything!” I exclaim, frustrated. He laughs, and my eyes immediately land on his mouth and that damn dimple.

“I don’t just work for Henry,” he states. I blink, regaining my focus as I look at him, my eyebrows raised.

“Well, I kind of guessed that,” I state sarcastically. “I’m going to need more if you are expecting me to trust you. Well, for any of us to trust you.”

“Fine, I was put there to find...” He pauses. “Stuff,” he states.

I frown. “But you’ve worked for Henry for years as his assistant,” I counter.

He smirks and shakes his head. “Fucking Edna,” he tuts. He sighs, running his hand over his face. “Fuck, I could lose my job for this.”

“Spill,” I press.

“I’ve been working undercover for the past three years,” he states, looking at me.

My heart drops. All that he’s seen. Me killing innocent people… All of us would go away for a long fucking time. It would mean the end of the Savage Sisters. I slowly push to my feet and step back.

“You’re a fucking cop?” I ask, my voice a whisper.

“CIA,” he answers.

I press my hand to my stomach, feeling nausea rolling through me. I brought CIA to my fucking club. I shake my head. Fuck, how could I be so fucking stupid?

“Eden!” I call out as I walk to my door. I swing it open and shout her again.

She comes running into my bedroom, panicked. “What is it? Are you okay?” she pants.

“Get Betsy to run a full background check on Nyx O’Connor. CIA,” I state, the word tasting bitter in my mouth.

Eden’s eyes go wide as she looks to Nyx. “He’s CIA?” she breathes.

I nod. “Alert the others. Nothing is to be discussed around him. Nothing!” I state firmly.

“Mor,” Nyx calls.

I hold up my hand. “Don’t!” I snap.

“I’m not about to report you or the club,” he defends.

I turn and look at him. “I don’t know that, and your word means shit,” I snap, rubbing my temple. “Eden, do me a favour. Bring me some painkillers.” I sigh.

Eden nods, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. “We will work it out,” she assures me.

I nod and look to Nyx. The only way we can work it out and be assured that our location and who we are doesn’t go any further than him is to kill him. Why does that thought make me feel physically sick?

I perch on the edge of my bed. “I guess we are no longer frenemies,” he states.

“Frenemies?! This is worse. Way, way worse,” I sigh.

“So, what does this mean now? You going to kill me? Now that I’ve seen too much?” he asks with humour in his tone. I look at him, void of any humour. “Shit,” he mutters, realising that it’s a possibility.

“You witnessed me killing innocent people. You were there while we played chess with human fucking lives. I was a part of all that. You watched me break into Henry’s office.

You’ve come here and now know about us. No one knows about us!

” I fume as anger and fear course through me that I have destroyed everything my mother sacrificed herself for.

“I will not include you. You have my word,” he assures me.

I scoff. “Sure. You worked for Henry for years, got him on side, and you made him believe you were working for him on his side. Do you really think I’m just going to believe you?” I ask.

He sighs, and my bedroom door opens and Bernie walks in. “You’re needed,” she says flatly. I nod and walk towards the door, pausing to look over at Nyx. “I will watch him. Go on,” she insists.

I agree and go to see what Eden and Betsy need.