Liv and Ripper: Monsters of Mayhem MC: A Motorcycle Romance by Simone Elise

Author:Simone Elise [Elise, Simone]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

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CHAPTER 5

LIV

Tears streamed down my cheeks and I had stopped wiping them away as soon as I entered the bathroom. Taking in sharp breaths, I wanted so badly to put it off, but I knew I had to look at the cut across my back. I had covered it up the best I could so Dad wouldn’t notice it, but now I needed to know how bad it was.

I took what was left of my top off and shut my eyes. I usually got sick at the sight of blood. My parents still found that amusing—a wolf scared of blood.

“What the fuck happened?”

A cold chill ran through my body and my eyes sprung open. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I went to grab a towel, but he was already in the room, his eyes on the claw mark on my back.

Ripper, the one man I didn’t want to get involved with, looked at my wound as if it was declaration of war.

“Who fuck clawed you?” he hissed, and then spun me around, roughly putting his hands on my shoulders so he could see my back clearly.

I flinched from his touch immediately.

He may have taken it has a judgement on him, but it wasn’t. I just felt fragile, and I really didn’t want to be touched.

“What the hell happened?” This time his words were softer and his grip on me loosened. I was facing the mirror now, my eyes on the basin as he was sure to be looking at the ugly claw mark on my back.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me, Olivia Daleson,” he growled. “Look at me.”

My eyes bounced off the basin and to his reflection in the mirror. I saw angry, heat, and a mixture of pain—almost like he was feeling what I was feeling right now. Slowly his hands went off my shoulders, ran down my sides, and paused on my hips. He pulled me in to him, holding my eyes the whole time.

“Tell me who hurt you, darling.” His words had a distinct pledge in them.

“It’s just a scratch,” I lied, but it was pointless because we both knew it wasn’t.

A frown appeared on his face. “One day you’ll tell me.” His frown deepened, and my heart beat went up. And it scared me, that look on his face, the firmness of his words, as if he had been in the future and I had told him every secret of mine. It scared the shit out of me.

He rinsed a face washer under the tap and gently cleaned the cut. The whole time his focus had been on the deep cut. So much so, that I think he forgot I was here. I was relaxed—for the first time in my life, I felt relaxed as he cleaned it. It didn’t even surface in me that it was his touch that was calming me, almost numbing me from the pain I’d be experiencing if I had been cleaning this myself.

When he was done, he grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around me.

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