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In the time since getting out of the hospital, I know I’ve been a dick to everyone. But I did what I had to do. I ended shit with Shyann because this life isn’t one she should be a part of. She’s all light where I live in the dark.
I haven’t seen her since, and I hate myself for hurting her the way I did. I had no other choice, though. After being hit, I was lucky enough to only end up with road rash and a few cracked ribs.
My sister somehow found out about the accident, probably from Shyann, and wanted to come home from whatever assignment she was on. I made sure to tell her not to bother. I didn’t want anyone taking care of me. Shit, I’m surprised she’s not come and kicked my ass for ending things with Shyann, but she’s not said one word about it.
For the first few weeks, I punished myself by listening to Shyann’s podcasts. Never had I really understood it until I actually took the time to listen. She’s amazingly smart and intuitive. Her voice is like a siren’s drawing you in. I finally made myself stop turning her show on because hearing her talk made me want to go to her. To pull her in my arms and hold her to me.
“Brother, ever since you fucked up, you’ve been a dick. What you need to do is fix your shit?” Sabotage says, calling me out.
All of my brothers have been giving me a wide berth, but I guess he’s tired of it.
“Don’t know what your talkin’ about,” I sneer and motion for the prospect to hand me a beer intending to do as I’ve done every day when I’m not handling shit for the club . . . I get shitfaced.
If I could stomach the thought of touching another woman, I would, but no one compares to Shyann. I ended shit with her, and as another form of punishment, I can’t even think of sinking into another pussy.
“Brothers, church, now,” Viking calls out loudly, stepping into the room from the stairs.
Without a word, we follow him into the room and take our places at the table.
Viking bangs the gavel down and eyes each of us. “Sutherland called just a few minutes ago. Said he got a bead on the bitch, Veronica,” he announces and leans back in his seat. “Seems Peyton’s sister has been found in the morgue this morning . . . bullet to the head.”
“What the fuck?” Ice demands, his nostrils flaring, probably pissed he didn’t get to do the damn thing himself. I’m right there with him on that thought.
“Just as I said,” Viking remarks. “Sutherland confirmed it himself. Said she looked beaten as well.”
“Guess she fucked with the wrong person, and they had enough of it,” Hydra grunts.
“Seems so,” Ice mutters. “Bitch deserves it but would have preferred to do it myself.”
“After what she did to my sister, I would’ve done it the first chance I had,” I sneer, lifting the bottle of beer I brought into the room with me.
“Right, well, here’s the thing about it . . . there was a message left with her.” Viking’s gaze locks on mine, and I furrow my brow.
“What message?”
My gut tightens, and I want to know about this message like I want a bullet of my own.
“Note said, ‘The Devil’s a busy bishop in his own diocese.’ Sutherland stated it was balled up in one of Veronica’s hands.”
“So, the bitch pissed off someone enough to leave a message, but who is it intended for?” Ice asks, crossing his arms as he sits back in his chair.
“That’s the question of the day, who is it for? She had to have plenty of enemies that would want her ass dead. But she’d been fuckin’ smart. How the fuck did whoever got ahold of her manage to get past her guards?”
“Don’t know, but I want us all to be on our game. Until we know this person isn’t taking over Veronica’s business or intending to come after Peyton, we need to stay alert.”
“Right,” I grunt, nodding in agreement. We don’t know who the hell killed Veronica, and we can’t let this go. Not until we know it won’t affect Peyton. She’s not just Ice’s ol’ lady. She means something to all of us. Saving her and the other two women alongside her when Fawn was found in that basement . . . fuck, it marked all of us that saw it.
The rest of church goes quickly with the same ol’ thing. We still don’t know who made me crash with it having been a hit and run. Pirate’s been working at it, but at this point, it’s a lost cause. It’s done and over with.
Viking ends church, and my brothers and I head out into the main room again.
“War, hold up a minute,” Viking commands as I go to step through the door.
I halt and move to the side as the rest of my brothers make their way out. Viking stands and comes to join me at the door.
“You good?” he asks, his brows creasing in the middle.
“Yeah, Prez, I’m good. Just want everyone to stop asking that shit and leave things the way they are,” I state, sensing where he’s going with this.
