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Christ, Reign. Keg’s messing with your head. He wants you to feel insecure and dependent on him. The narcissist wants you to submit.
Never gonna happen.
I may be stuck with the SOB, at his mercy for my family’s well-being, but I wouldn’t relinquish all my freedom. Specifically, my freedom of speech and thoughts. Hell no. Keg might as well silence me permanently.
He’d be happier if he cut me loose, but that would never happen. For whatever reason, he liked trying to break me… and fuck me.
Maybe I should cut him out of my life permanently. God knew I fantasized about doing evil things to Keg, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Ending Keg once and for all would be a dream come true.
He probably thought I didn’t have it in me to take a life, but he’d be sorely wrong. After everything he’d done to me, I could kill him and not feel an ounce of remorse.
I tapped my long finger on my lips, feeling a rush of courage and determination flood my veins, an evil smile spreading across my battered face.
No more Keg? Sounded lovely if I said so myself.
The demise of the Hell’s Bells prez would be an answer to prayer for many. Vegas, the club’s VP, would never talk bad about his president, but I saw the disgust in his eyes. I saw it in all the members’ eyes, even Keg’s nephew RJ’s. Nobody liked the evil bastard.
But would the other members thank me for cutting the head off the devil? Sing my praises? Or would they kill me merely out of principle?
Did I care one way or the other?
Not one bit.
In the end, I’d be better off six feet under. What did I have to live for?
3
Buff
Lady M always said, “If you wanted something done right, fucking do it yourself.” I should’ve listened instead of letting weeks pass waiting on someone else to find Reign. Stopping by her parent’s place had given me the push to take action and stop depending on others.
I was fucking worried sick about my girl.
And pissed as hell at Bill for not letting Alondra contact me months ago. Stupid son of a bitch. So much precious time wasted. Reign could be…
Don’t think it. She’s alive.
She has to be.
I clenched my jaw tight as the truck stopped in front of the clubhouse. Losing my cool before getting some answers would not be good, especially with my cousin.
“Thanks for the lift,” I muttered, getting out of the cage. I’d flown in to save time. Lady M would be pissed if I missed Thanksgiving. Despite the uncertainty in Fargo, with Faceless Frat members still on the loose and causing problems, she would not cancel her favorite holiday. Frankly, I wouldn’t want her to. She finally had a grandchild and two more on the way. She wouldn’t stand by, letting the holidays pass unnoticed.
“No problem.” Hollywood met me at the entrance. He seemed on edge as he held the door.
“You okay?” I entered the building. The place seemed quieter than I remembered.
“Yeah. Sure.” He shrugged, then jerked his chin toward the hallway. “He’s in his office. And just an FYI, he’s not happy about your surprise visit.” He scratched his clean-shaven face.
No surprise there. “Neither am I.” I eyed the pretty boy in a cut. The dude could pass as Nova’s Barbie doll’s boyfriend, Ken. Hollywood sure didn’t look like a biker, but neither did Hustler.
I tapped my knuckles on the door and blew out a breath.
“Enter,” Storm growled.
I turned the knob, pushed the door open, and locked my gaze on him. “Thanks for seeing me.” I shut the door and dropped into the chair across from my cousin.
