Kendric Read online Bella Jewel (King’s Descendants MC #4)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: King's Descendants MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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I’ve never felt like this before, at least not that I can remember. I went from zero to a hundred and for whatever reason, I’m finding it hard to control myself. My world is spinning, and even though I’m working hard on keeping it together, with every passing second it’s getting worse and worse.

“Someone is coming,” Briella says, hanging up the phone. I didn’t even hear her make the call. “It’s going to be okay.”

“She didn’t get drugged, did she?” Karen asks, rubbing my back. I can barely feel her hand there, everything feels numb.

I feel like I just might vomit.

“I don’t ... I don’t think so. The waitress served us most of the drinks, we only got a few from the bar.”

“Were we dancing with drinks? Gosh, I can’t remember. I’m pretty drunk also, to be honest.”

“Me too,” Karen admits.

Merleigh returns a few minutes later with a bottle of water. Out of all three of us, she’s the most sober and calm. She hands it to me after unscrewing the cap. “Drink this super slowly, you don’t want to make yourself sick, honey.”

I drink the water but as soon as it hits my stomach it feels like it’s going to come back up. In fact, I’m wondering just how long I’m going to be able to hold the contents of my stomach in for.

We find a bench and the girls help me over to it, I stumble more than once and it feels like I’m getting worse and worse, not better. I sit down and drop my head between my legs and my world spins to the point I’m no longer sure if I’m standing or sitting. I can hear myself groan and the voices of Briella, Karen, and Merleigh fade in and out.

Then, out of nowhere, there is a familiar male voice.

It takes me a moment to pick it.

“What the fuck happened her?”

“We were just drinking and dancing. We walked outside and she just got sicker and sicker,” Briella explains.

“She drugged?”

“We’re not sure.”

“Hey, Zariah.”

A warm yet calloused hand slaps at my face a bit and then lifts my head. I see Kendric squatting in front of me. Oh, no. No way. Why, out of all the people who could have come, would it be him?

“You called Kendric?” I slur, trying to jerk my head away, but all it does is make me fall off the chair and right into his arms.

“She’s in a bad way, you’re certain she wasn’t drugged?”

“We’re not sure,” Karen tells him.

“I’ll take her home, you girls need to go, too.”

They do as he asks and with one quick motion, I’m in his arms. My whole world spins, and I grip his shirt in a pathetic attempt to stop it. I bury my face in his chest and groan, my stomach turning. Please god don’t let me vomit on this man. Please. I don’t think I can come back from something like that—I’m a cop, it’s so unclassy it’s not funny.

“Call us when you know she’s going to be okay,” Briella tells Kendric as he turns and starts walking away.

With every bounce, I feel like my stomach is going to explode and Kendric is going to wear it.

I hold my breath, trying to stop my world from spinning, trying to stop the vomit from rising up, but when Kendric reaches his truck and jerks a little as he opens the door, I know I can’t hold it back any longer. “I’m going to be sick!” I tell him frantically, squirming to get out of his arms.

He puts me down, and I barely get to my knees on the curb before vomit spews from my mouth. I’m horrified. Even with every disgusting retch, all I am thinking about is the fact that Kendric is watching me. He’s watching me, and he’s never going to unsee this. Why not give him another reason to hate me? To be disgusted in me?

When I’ve finally emptied the contents of my stomach to the point there isn’t a single thing left, I turn my head and look up at Kendric who has kneeled beside me and has my hair in a big bunch in his hand. He was holding my hair back? God, I didn’t even know he was that close. I close my eyes and murmur, “I’m so sorry.”

“C’mon, let’s get you home.”

He helps me up and into his truck, and then hands me the bottle of water Merleigh gave me. I take a small sip and press my cheek against the cold glass of the window as we drive. I fade in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep my eyes open. When we arrive home, I must be out, because suddenly Kendric is shaking me and trying to wake me from my sleep. “Hey, wake up.”

I groan and slap at his hand, but he shakes me again and then carefully pulls my arm until my face peels off the window and I’m sitting up straight. Then he gets out of the truck, goes around to my side, and helps me out. I’m still wobbly, still spinning and feeling a whole lot like my body has made something else for me to vomit up because my stomach is angrily turning once more.


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