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Seeing Slaughter kiss Julie, I whispered, “Slaughter. A minute, please.”
He nodded, walking over to kneel next to me.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
“Keep an eye out on Solomon. Don’t let the others push him too hard. If he’s not ready to talk...”
“Gotcha, Sunny. No worries. I’ll stand beside him.”
“Thank you,” I said as Slaughter leaned forward, kissing my cheek.
There were times I hated being a woman.
I got the Golden Skulls was predominantly a male club, minus Phantom, and they kept a lot of things from us for our safety, but it sucked big time. Solomon Goldman was my husband. Mine. He married me. We were starting a family. Like him, it was my job to protect my family and that included my husband.
Solomon wasn’t like the rest of the club brothers. He never was. Yes, there were elements of him that ran perpendicular to the brothers, but my husband was a gentle soul at heart. Not the killer they all believed him to be. In all honesty, I would bet that some part of my husband abhorred the thought of killing. He regretted it and instead of working through his feelings, he shelved it deep in the back of his mind, never to think about it again.
I needed to believe that because the alternative was something I still hadn’t wrapped my head around. I knew Solomon had a shit past.
We all did.
It was the stuff of nightmares.
I needed to believe that the man who spent hours listening to me read to him, who laughed and played with Soleil as if she were the most precious person on the planet, wasn’t a stone-cold killer but deep down I knew the truth.
I just refused to acknowledge it.
Because if I did, then I was truly married to one of the most dangerous men in the world. I had heard the stories and the whispers of what Solomon had done. How he laughed and played with his victims. I even heard a few of the brothers talking about how he liked to bathe in the blood of those he tortured.
I didn’t want to believe that my Solomon was that person.
“It’s going to be okay, Sunny,” Daphne said, reaching for my hand. “He will do what he needs to. Have faith.”
“I’m just scared for him.”
“Why? Sandman can take care of himself.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. He’s come so far. He’s talked so little of his past. I know it’s bad. I can see the scars on him, but he keeps everything bottled up. I’ve tried talking to him about it, but he refuses to talk, so I leave it alone. I’m afraid the brothers will push too hard and send him past his breaking point. If that happens, I’m afraid I will lose the man I love.”
“That’s never going to happen,” Stella commented. “Sandman adores you. Worships the ground you walk on. Nothing, and I mean nothing, you could ever do will make him turn his back on you. It’s not in his nature.”
“That’s what scares me because, in reality, none of us truly knows Solomon’s true nature, what Toxic raised him to be. The fact is that my Solomon is the Sandman. They are the same. Let off his leash Sandman will become the very thing we all fear... death.”
Chapter Nineteen
Sandman
For the first time, I was uncomfortable standing in the shadows.
It made no sense.
The darkness always welcomed me and yet I wanted to sit out in the open. To be next to my brothers.
It confused me.
“Where’s Reaper?” Hawk asked, commanding the room.
