Fight Me (Fighting #1)

Chapter 27

Ian

"Sorry." Becca whispers when she notices my wince. She cleans my split knuckles and the gash on the top of my wrist. Her small hands are gently on mine, her gaze understanding, but she's not what I need right now.

I destroyed an entire office. The Wolves were scared enough to leave me to it and I did more damage to myself than to the furniture.

She fucking dead.

I shouldn't have left her alone. She told me she wanted to die and I left her alone. She ripped her stiches and we were too late in noticing. She bled out and faded.

She had asked me to write two letters: one for Nova, one for Ava. I wrote what she told me and I've kept them on me ever since.

Becca keeps working silently, stealing glances at my face every now and then. I stare blankly at the bloody messes that are our hands and her once white dress.

"I'm going to find something to sew that up. Keep pressure on that." She says putting my other hand on top of the other. "Do you want me to bring you anything?" I don't answer. She crouches in front of me and forces my face to hers. I glare into those clearly determined green eyes. "What do you want?" She asks, this time anger on her perfectly made up face.

"My family." I know they're my words, but the voice seems foreign. Her expression softens.

"I'm calling Mikael. I' m bringing them here." She says, determination etched into every word. I shake my head, slowly.

"We're at headquarters, Becca. They can't come here." She stands and straightens. She could be the cover of a Vogue magazine, even with the blood smeared all over the white fabric.

"I am an Alpha now. I can have whoever the fuck I want over and there will be hell to pay if anybody gets their hands on the twins or Violet. Stay put, I'll be right back, okay?" I just nod, completely surprised by her words.

I hear the clicking of her heels faster than I thought possible. She seemed to have just finished a phone call, putting the cell away as she sits and places a small white box on her lap. I place my hand on her knee, taking the other one off the injury.

She examines it and looks back at my face with a worried look on her face.

"Ian, please let the doctor do this. I've only done it one other time for Mikael on the plane...I don't know how to do this properly." I shake my head.

"I don't want a fucking doctor, Rebecca." She sighs in defeat and begins to prep the needle. I watch as her hands shake when she punctures my skin again, as she stiffens when I tighten my grip on her knee. And then she's done and the red, bloody opened skin is together again. I release her and notice the dark, angry bruise on her skin and look into her eyes.

Her stare moves from her knee to my eyes.

"It's okay, I know it hurt." She says quietly, running moistened gauze over my hand.

"I'm still sorry about that. It's going to be ugly for about a week, isn't it?" She smiles a knowing smile. I used to mark her all the time before Violet. I was never gentle or sweet with Rebecca. I gave her much less than she deserved.

But her smile isn't as it would have been a few months back. It's not bitter or sad, it's just there.

"Yeah, but like I said, it's no problem. I've called Mikael, by the way. We're doing everything we can. I nod, not sure how I will thank her for this.

"Thank you so much, Becca. This...this has meant a lot to me." I whisper. She smiles, her hand coming to caress my face briefly.

"What are friends for?" She says with the same bright smile. I suddenly notice something and stop her from leaving as she goes to stand. "What is it?" She asks bandaging my knuckles and stitches slowly and carefully.