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“Watch me!”
The ride back to the compound was not pleasant. I knew going back there, I wasn’t going to be able to leave. I was screwed and not in a good way. I agreed with Reaper about grabbing Caroline but not about bringing her back to the clubhouse. There were too many innocent people there. Women and children who had nothing to do with the club’s business. I understood what Reaper was doing when he locked down the club. Theoretically, it made sense, but when he brought that snake into the clubhouse, he was, in essence, bringing destruction. No. What he needed to do was just kill the bitch and move on.
Jumping off Massacre’s bike, I took a step only to be stopped.
“Kitty.”
Sighing, I stopped as Massacre took my arm and led me into the clubhouse. For years I loved walking into the large building. I always felt safe. Everyone I ever loved was around, and I knew nothing would touch me and live.
Not anymore.
Now, the club was the last place I wanted to be. There wasn’t a safe place on the fucking planet I could run to. None of us were safe.
Marching me towards church, Massacre opened the door and ushered me inside.
“Take a seat.”
Grinning, I walked over to the head of the table and pulled out Reaper’s chair.
“Not there.”
Smiling, I sat down, leaned back, and put my feet up on the wooden table. I knew it was disrespectful. Not that I gave a damn. I was here against my own will. I said what I was going to say. I wanted nothing to do with this club. They’d all made their beds, and now it was time to lay in them.
“Kitty,” Massacre growled. “Don’t.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, looking at my nails. “I didn’t ask to be here, and you said to take a seat. I like this one. I’m just making myself comfortable.”
“You’re a pain in the ass.”
“And that’s new, how?”
Massacre shook his head and turned to leave. “I’m going to let Sypher know you’re here. He wants to talk to you.”
“The kid?”
“Yeah.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I reclined further and got comfortable. The second Massacre left church, I was up and on my feet. Rushing over to the wall safe, I quickly punched in the combination and opened the door, and muttered, “Fucking figures.”
Searching for the picture I’d seen many times before, I heard someone clear their throat and froze. Closing the safe, I turned to find Reaper, Ghost, Lucas, and several others all staring at me.
Fuuuck!
Someone closed the door and locked it.
Reaper grinned, shaking his head as he moved about the room. “You know Kitty. I’ve always admired you. You’re tough, cunning, too damn smart for your own good, but I did not once consider you a traitor. A thief, sure. That was a no-brainer, but never a traitor.”
Sitting in his seat, he leaned back, never taking his eyes from mine. “You’re smart. So, answer me this? Why should I let you live?”
That was a damn good question. The only problem was I didn’t have an answer for it, and I always had an answer for everything. Yet, standing before the club members, faced with my own mortality, I found myself utterly calm. It was odd. When the time came, I figured I would fight like crazy to live, yet I wasn’t.
Huh?
Maybe I really was over all this shit. Maybe I was past the fear of death and didn’t give a shit anymore. Who knew? It wasn’t like I could stop what was about to happen. Well, technically, I could if Reaper would let me walk out of here, but I didn’t see that happening anytime soon. Then there was my brother to consider, my husband, daughter, and mother. What would happen to them if Reaper killed me? Humm… too many variables.
Nope, I was just going to have to figure my way out of this.
Sighing, I walked over to the table, grabbed a seat, and plopped down. “Where’s the photo?”
