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“Ourbrotherisn’t who the fuck he says he is,” Slade murmurs from the corner, but all I can hear clearly is Cas’s breathless panting.
I turn my head to the side to see Sparky’s shocked expression, and look down. I’m no longer walking the line of them finding out and killing me. Now, I’m so far from the line, I can’t even see it anymore.
I’m so close to death now, I can taste it, feeling it all around me, clinging to me.
“He’s our rat,” Sparky mutters incredulously.
Flexing his fist, Cas tells Sparky, “Before we deal with him, we need to deal with her. Get Bonnie over here. She’ll be the best one to sit with Holly.”
The VP nods, pulls out his phone, and turns his back to us, but I don’t miss the hateful glare he throws me first.
Speaking quietly, he ends the call, takes a seat in the nearest chair, and tosses his phone onto the table. “She’ll be here in a minute.” His glare returns to me. “So who the fuck are you?”
“Oh, you’re going to love this,” Slade crows. “His name is Ethan McGregor. He was born in England, and his mother was the daughter of an MC president back in the day before she shot him dead—the same MC Bert was VP for. His mother spent ten years in prison, though her record was expunged. But the best part is—”
He’s interrupted by a knock at the door. Hauling himself up, he lets Bonnie in, who gasps when she takes in Holly’s hands.
“Thanks for coming over, Bon,” Cas says.
“Sure. What do you need?”
The doc enters behind her and rushes over to Holly.
“We need you to sit with her.” Sharing a look, Bonnie nods, understanding his meaning to keep her here, no matter what.
The doc whistles, and Holly flinches under his bold handling of her. “He’s good, Hols. He’ll help you. You can trust him.”
Me speaking triggers a reaction from everyone in the room. Cas yanks me by my hoodie and drags me to the door.
Holly cries out, “What are you going to do to him?”
Cas’s grip loosens as he leans in close to my ear, whispering, “Tell her you’re going to be fine.”
I’m not accepting my fate, but I can’t bring her any more pain. “Don’t worry, Hols. I’ll just be out in the bar. Let the doc help you.”
Fresh tears stream down her face, but she nods. That’s all I get to see before I’m shoved all the way to the middle of the bar, where I’m surrounded by guys who are ready to beat me to a pulp the second they hear from Cas who I really am.
“What are we going to do about Dex?” Pope questions from the table closest to me.
“We’ll get to that, but first,”—Cas sweeps his arms before me, hammering the final nail in my soon-to-be coffin when he raises his voice and announces—“I give you our rat!”
For a moment, there’s nothing but silence; the calm before the storm, so to speak. I close my eyes. All I wanted was to do some good in a world where there’s only been bad. Opening my eyes, I straighten my shoulders and hold my head high.
“No fucking way,” Myles growls, flexing his fists.
The quiet simmer of violence spreads through the brothers, the weight of their hatred for me heavier than anything I’ve felt before.
“You should all know, I had Slade and Zach dig into everyone. No one is going to have a problem with it, because when I sayeveryone, I mean every single one of us, and it paid off. They found the truth about this rat fuck. His real name is Ethan McGregor, and he’s from England. His mother grew up in an MC, and his daddy is a retired undercover fed who spent twenty years taking down MC’s from the inside. The cop who took down Bert and locked him up was his dad.”
Listening to the brothers mutter their disgust, I dig my teeth into my bottom lip. I have no recourse but to stand here and take what they throw at me.
Leo storms over and I brace myself to fight—or, at the very least, defend myself, when he grabs my cut and yanks it down my arms. Having my cut ripped off doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Watching him throw it to the floor and stomp on my patches doesn’t either. What does bother me is knowing my dad is close by. I told him to leave, that I would be okay. But I’m not going to be okay. They’ll draw my death out because they have to, to make up for botching shit when it came to me.
“This never should’ve been put on your back.”
“Damn fucking right!” JJ hollers.
Pope gives me the most menacing look I’ve ever seen on his face. “What are we waiting for? The cunt needs to be taken out!”
