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All while I keep firing through the couch where Jorie is hiding behind. My final bullet hits her shoulder, making her arm fall back as she releases the gun. I kick her weapon away so it slides over the hardwood floor. She’s holding onto her shoulder with her other hand, crimson spreading through her fingers.
Laughter rips from her as she eyes my arm. “I shot you with the same gun that killed your father. Funny right? How does it feel,Prez,” she sneers. “Knowing I’m the one who killed your father and I still enjoy the memory of the disbelief in his eyes when I pulled the trigger.”
Anger and hate fuel the desire to kill her with my bare hands.
“You’re a disgrace,” I spit. Aiming the gun in her face while I know I’m out of bullets. “Getting your father and Jacob to steal money, sell livestock, stabbing the club in the back and all because you needed the cash for a stupid boob job. You’ve ruined so many lives and not just the ones you ended but us, all your friends. How could you?”
Her motivations are useless to me but I can’t help myself when I throw out the question. I need to hear the reason why someone who I grew up with, who I thought was my friend, could betray so many people and be so fucking selfish at the same time.
“How could I? How couldthey?” she spits back. “I came to them, asked for their help. I offered to work if they’d loan me the money but they laughed at me. Behind my back. The moment I walked out of church I heard them all laugh. Jacob told me about it too and he wouldn’t lie, he liked how I sucked his dick and he wanted to help me. And my father? He’s the one who told me to ask his stupid president for the money in the first place.Your father. He didn’t think it was funny when I was the one laughing when I walked inside after the IED I planted underneath the table detonated. All the shrapnel lodged into their legs, rendering them easy targets for me. By then my father, Julius, and Jacob entered the clubhouse because I sent them a message to meet me there. They helped, you know. I ran out of bullets so they killed the others when they stumbled inside. My brother too. It was their plan to make it look like they were murdered by one of their own and that person killed himself. Brilliant, right? And to think I didn’t want them involved in this. That’s why I did it when they were out of state, far enough not to interfere. But I guess they weren’t that far out since they drove back the second I texted them what I was about to do.”
Another bitter laugh flows from her. “The three of them knew I wanted to kill them all. Deep down they wanted them to die too. Not because of how the club laughed at me when I asked for the money, but because they were kicked out for something they didn’t do. Your father and everyone else just assumed those two stole the money and sold livestock without anyone knowing. And they pinpointed it to information only they had. Well, I was fucking Jacob and my dad told me everything I wanted to know, easy-peasy.”
“What the fuck, easy-peasy?” Medley snaps from my left. “You didn’t do the work, they were in on it, they had to be. We found notes. It might have been easy for you to steal the cash but the livestock? That takes a few men to load onto a truck and some heavy work.”
“All you need is the right motivation.” Jorie smirks. “I can do whatever I put my mind to. Now, working for you dumb fucks? Not a chance I’d lift a finger for bitches whose fathers are idiots.”
“And daddy dearest along with your fuckbuddy backed you up knowing it was you? Those, along with you are the real dumb fucks.” Cassia points her gun at Jorie’s head. “This is getting crazier by the second. I don’t even know what to believe other than this murderous, traitorous bitch created havoc and death for no good reason at all.”
“No good reason?” Jorie screeches. “They laughed at me. They thought I was petty and while I came to them for help they turned me down. So, I took what I wanted anyway and they just couldn’t take it and had to ruin things. They got what they deserved.”
The last word comes out strangled due to my fingers wrapping around her throat. I’ve heard enough of her insanity.
“Someone’s coming,” a voice says through my earpiece.
I tighten my fingers and feel Jorie buck underneath me. Movies and TV shows might show strangling someone within seconds but in reality? It takes damn long and a lot of strength to squeeze the life out of a person.
“Stand down,” someone snaps from behind me.
My mind plays catchup and I recognize the voice as Atticus’.
“This one is dead, Prez,” Yamo grunts.
“Cops are outside, what do you want me to do?” Nieko questions.
“Keep them the fuck outside until we’ve handled it in here,” Atticus says while at the same time I hear a bullet crack through to the air right before a hole appears in Jorie’s forehead as her body goes slack.
I lean back and let my hands fall from her throat. My gaze slides up to see who killed her while I was ready to take the fall. Because with Atticus standing in the room? The one who just pulled the trigger is going to jail since Atticus is someone who upholds the law.
“Ezra,” I croak. “No.”
My heart squeezes painfully, knowing he gave his life for me because I was the one killing her; he’s willing to trade places with me so I don’t end up in jail.
“I’m calling in my marker,” Ezra states as he turns the gun in his hand and offers it to Atticus, grip first.
Atticus takes it and grumbles, “Figured as much.”
Ezra reaches for my hand and pulls me up to drag me against his body. Confused about the whole situation I try to form a question but he shakes his head.
“Yuma, get these women out of here. I’m calling Prez to let him know Ezra is out.”
Ezra is out?
“No,” I snap.
Ezra grabs me by the back of my neck and lets his lips brush my ear. “It’s okay, Syn. Let them handle everything. I called in my marker. You see, everyone who is a member of the MC I was raised in is entitled to one marker. For the cases we solve, for the justice we prevail, for everything we do for the club we get one clean shot in case we want out. Everything we did before we voice those words will be wiped clean. Within boundaries of course. I mean, killing innocents and calling in a marker is out of the question.” The man chuckles.
Chuckles!
