I pushed from my chair, telling myself it had nothing to do with the fact I needed to get closer.
No fucking stopping myself.
Drawn.
Brinley Webber nothing but gravity.
The kind that was so powerful it could drag you across galaxies and you knew full well it’d crush you when you collided.
I started to move, basically stalking along the fringes of the gathering since Brinley and Elena had once again begun to move, Elena holding Brinley by the hand as she led her toward the clubhouse.
They disappeared inside, the door swinging shut behind them.
Trevan didn’t hesitate to follow.
They’d be fine with him watching over them, but I couldn’t stomach the thought of letting Brinley out of my sight.
Not with the vibe that had taken over the MC tonight. The high of the kill still saturated the oxygen, turning the pack wild and rabid.
A shivery sense of mayhem and unruliness urging their souls into upheaval.
Music pumped extra loud and undulated through our senses.
I felt half mad in it. Deranged as I cut through my men, heading directly for the door.
It might as well have hadDestructionstamped on a sign hanging over the top. A call to Hell since I knew that was exactly where I was headed.
Going after the one thing that I was as sure of as my guilt was off-limits.
A thousand times so after what I discovered earlier today.
The truth that a whole lot of that brash impetuousness that Brinley wore was a cover. A cover she wore so well. One I wanted to sink my dirty claws into so I could expose everything underneath.
Nothing but a bastard for wanting to do it.
I tossed open the door and stepped into the raving fray of the clubhouse bar.
Music blared at a deafening level, the lights dimmed, though the strobes over the dance floor had been set to high.
A haze of smoke and rebellion clouding the atmosphere.
Crows wearing cuts loitered all around, but there had to be at least three women to every man.
It was the perfect way to feed the frenzy.
The air charged.
Fuel for the insanity.
I shouldered through the crush, and a few Crows clapped me on the back as I went.
“Prez, how’s it going?”
“Good job today.”
“Took that fucker out.”
I gave them slight nods and grunted responses, never slowing as I followed the energy that glowed and called.
