AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Ray!” Bas gestures to the men to sit back down, and I step up beside the table. “What a lovely surprise. To what do I owe this pleasure, dear sister?”
“I'm in!”
“I'm expected to believe that just like that, you're in?”
“Yep!”
“What about the club?”
“They think I’m dead.”
“And the pas? Dane? Bran?”
“I've not seen them since they left me at the hospital. They believed your version of events. It's just me now.”
“So you're here because you've got nowhere else to go, not because you want to be?”
“Fucking hell, Bas.”
“Don’t fucking call me that!”
I bite my tongue because I’m sure as fuck not winning any popularity contest right now. “I’m… sorry … Dante, look, I'm here, aren't I?”
“What do you have for me? I want to hit their main base tomorrow!”
“Don't be a dick. We need to take out a smaller one, scatter them and once we've done that, hit another smaller one on the other side of the country, scatter them far and separate them. That's when they're at their weakest.”
“So, which one do you have in mind?”
“Well, I'd prefer to talk about this in private.”
“Fine.” He gets up from his seat, and we leave the table, walking upstairs and to the furthest end of the corridor. “So, is this where you run everything from?”
“Ah, little sister, you need to prove yourself before you see behind the curtain. I'm not showing you how I do things so you can screw me over. All good things come to those who prove themselves loyal!”
“Have I not done that? I burnt down the Reapers, destroyed the Hellhounds, made my husband and brothers believe I’m dead, and the others have turned against me. It's what you wanted. Now it’s you and me against the world, so come on, Brother, let's talk business.
“You say all the right things, but time will tell. I have a job for you. An initiation, if you will. I want Cade dead!”
“Cade?” I shake my head. I’ve just found out he’s my dad. I can’t lose him now. I need to repair my relationship with him, and he’s target number one. Maybe I can just kill Bas—fucking Dante—right now and worry about the next bit later. “Why?” is all I say out loud while my mind is racing.
“He gave my life for yours. He tossed me aside like I was trash. I was his son, too. They looked at me like I was shit on their shoes.”
“That's because you were a dick!” I shrug. I'm not lying.
“I thought you were coming over to my side. This is not a very good first impression, little sister.”
“If you want a yes-woman, you’ve barked up the wrong tree. I’ll tell you the truth, and the truth is our whole lives, you’ve treated us all like shit, especially me, Bran, and Dane. We were your family, Bas. We loved you, and you were a vile piece of shit!”
He grabs me by the throat and slams my back against the wall, spitting in my face. “You were supposed to be mine, my other half, something for me to cherish, and you chose them, you loved them, it was always Bran and you till Dane came along, then you made room for him but never me. I had to watch the other piece of my heart leave me behind for people who didn’t even share the same blood.”
“Are you forgetting that while I lay in that ditch dying, you were laughing and telling them to take what you owed out on me? You thought my pussy would pay your fucking debt. Do you know what, Bas? Fuck you. I’m out. Take them down on your own because you, Brother, are a fucking cunt of the highest order, and if I have to stand here and listen to any more of your fucking ‘woe is me’ storyline, I might fucking puke. Fuck you, Bas. Burn in hell on your motherfucking own!”
Well, that didn’t fucking go as planned. I’m definitely not the right person for this job. I’m gonna strangle this twat in his sleep and fuck this whole operation up. I just can’t listen to the fucking drivel he’s spouting.
He relaxes his hand, his eyes never wavering from mine, and he takes a breath and a step back. As I storm out of the door and down the stairs, I reach the front door, and two guards step in front of me. “Mr Crane says your meeting isn't over yet!” one says, standing there trying to be intimidating with his massive, meaty arms crossed over his chest.
“That so?” I reply as I punch him in the throat and drop and take the other one's legs out from under him. As I step over them and through the door, I turn to the camera, flip it off and mouth, “Fuck you” at it as I reach the bike I stole.
