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“Okay, fine. Let’s get this shit over and done with so we can leave,” I drawl. Surprisingly calm, knowing I had my brothers watching my six
Something was telling me this was a setup, and I knew it the minute he ripped off his shirt, exposing his chest and the scars that marked it.
“Not so fast. This will be done on my terms or not at all.”
“What the fuck is this?” Kick demands, not taking his finger off the trigger of his Ruger.
“This is payback for all those years ago,” he says, never taking his eyes off me.
Fucker’s gone and lost his mind. That’s the only thing I can think of for his rambling.
“Payback? For what? You’re the one who shot me, remember? Asshole,” I spat.
He paces as he talks, the disgust on his face plain for everyone to see.
“For making a fool of me. For that brat of a daughter of hers. That night, all those years ago, when you two saw each other at my fight club, was very enlightening. Though it wasn’t the first time you’d been in the same room together, was it? I’d gone out of town on a business trip, and left a man behind to watch my dear sister.” He circles around me, and I want nothing more than to drop kick him where he stood. But I force my face into an unreadable mask, letting him prattle on.
“The first thing she did was go to a bar to pick up a filthy biker, bringing him into my home and fucking him. So when I learned of this, I hatched a plan; I wanted you dead for having your filthy hands touch what’s mine. But I underestimated your skill and strength when you faced off with my best fighter. It was only weeks after we left you lying in a pool of your own blood that I found out the bitch was pregnant. With your kid. This time will be different. This time, I won’t leave any loose ends.”
His words hung in the air, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Baby? It couldn’t be? Was Willow really mine?
A calculating look crosses his face. “I’m not that much of a monster, I’ll even give you a week to prepare.” He motions toward Sera. “But until then, she stays with me. You beat Tino, my best fighter, you can take her with you. If you don’t, you leave her here with me and leave my property.” He turns cocky, and I want to take that smug smile off his face with a rusty spoon. “I’ll even give you safe passage back to wherever you came from. ButI also want Mariah back whether you win or lose. Do we have a deal?” Angelo demands, confirming my suspicions that the bitch was a plant from this motherfucker.
I force my face into a mask of indifference, that the bombshell he just dropped, hadn’t made my head explode. My father opens his mouth, no doubt to give him a spray, but I put my hand on his arm, stopping him.
“We have a deal. But I’m warning you, if Sera ends up in any worse condition than she is right now, I’m coming for you. You hear me? You piece of shit.” I deliberately get in his face, ignoring his goons who have all trained their weapons on me now.
Reluctantly, I take one last look at Sera, unable to believe that she had deliberately kept Willow’s paternity from me all these years. What is it with me and the women I get involved with? Why do they turn out to be lying, betraying bitches?
I’m pissed off at her for what she’s done, but I’m not completely heartless. Once we rescue her, I’ll leave her at the hospital to get the medical care she needs, but right now, I can’t look at her without wanting to ring her neck. But seeing her in the state she’s in right now, does something to my conscious and I want to take her away from this place and make her safe.
Turning my attention away from Sera, and back to Angelo, Steeling my heart for her betrayal. I couldn’t look at her face, but I also want to kill all the motherfuckers that were in the room for doing this to her. My confusion and frustration with this entire situation threatening to make me come undone.
Starting with Angelo.
“I’ll send you all the details of where the fight will be held,” the motherfucker drawls. “Pleasure doing business with you,gentlemen.”
The hardest thing I had to do was turn my back on the woman who was battered and broken and leave her in this house ofhorrors without looking back. But I did it, resolute in ending this asshole for good.
Forcing one booted foot in front of the other, until I was outside in the sunshine, taking deep calming breaths. The sound of heavy boots making noise on the concrete has me spinning on Ink.
“Did you know?” I demand, holding him by the front of his T-shirt.
“Back off, brother,” he grits out, trying to push me back, but I won’t be moved. He sighs and goes slack. “No, of course I didn’t know. The only thing I knew was the kid she was carrying was yours. But I didn’t know about Willow being yours, too.”
He sounds sincere, but do I trust the motherfucker? He’s been spending months with Sera and Willow.
The kid she had been carrying was mine? Why the fuck didn’t she tell me? Just another omission of the truth, like with Willow.
My thoughts return to her beaten body. The blood coating her thighs, my heart ached knowing what she had been through these last few days. I wanted to return and shoot up the entire place, but I knew alone I wouldn’t get too far. Then we would both be fucked.
“If I find out you knew, and you didn’t tell me, you and I are gonna have issues,” I tell him before letting him go and giving him a slight shove, which moves him a few paces back. I throw my leg over my sled and start the engine, revving it for a few seconds, before I peel out of the pretentious estate, not bothering to wait for the rest of my brothers to catch up.
Back at the clubhouse, I shut myself in my room, feeling like I was going to explode. I had hoped we would’ve rescued Sera and brought her back with us by now. But I should’ve known things never go as planned. I had to win the fight before any of that could happen. Hearing my brothers arrive minutes later, it wasn’t long before there was a loud knock on my door.
Reluctantly, I swing it open to find my father standing before me, his face a stormy mask. “What the fuck was that back there?” he demands, not waiting to be invited in, but pushing past me. His legs in a wide stance, his fists against his hips.
“That was me taking control of the situation,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.