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“Why should I tell you when I know you’re just going to kill me anyway?” The sneer that forms on her lips contorts her expression to one of pure hatred.
“Reason you tell us anything is to keep us from dragging your death out,” Tombstone remarks harshly. “You want us to bury you alive? Force you to suffocate and choke on the dirt sealing you in the ground? Or better yet, seal you in a tomb with your worst nightmare.”
“You can’t do anything to me without repercussions,” Jezebel scoffs.
“That’s what you think.” I sneer and get right in her face while pressing the blade harder, the tip breaking skin. “I’ve no problem slitting your throat, so you might as well start talking because if you don’t, you’ll go through hell before you take your last breath.”
“Förrädarenson,” Jezebel spits and leans in on the blade. “That’s what you are, and you will pay in the worst way possible. They’ll see to it. Cordell will have what’s his, and you will suffer. You have many enemies, and they all want in on the action of taking you all out. Each and every one of you for getting in their way.”
“Take her to the cabin,” Reaper snarls the command, more than done with what the bitch is saying. “Finish getting information out of her there.”
“You got it, Prez.” Azrael grunts, dragging Jezebel back away from the blade I was holding to her neck.
No one speaks as the two men remove Jezebel completely from the room. The tension is thick in the air and makes me feel uneasy.
“Before they brought her,” Scythe is the first to speak up, “I found a connection between Bristol’s mother and the Scarlet Needles.”
“Fuck,” Angel snarls. “What’s the connection?”
“Still looking more into that, but if I had to guess, the mother was going to use the trust fund to secure her place within the group. This has become more than just about Bristol and Giselle. It involves the Scarlet Needles, and they still have contracts out on the women,” Scythe announces.
“Then it’s time we plan to make sure that the bitch can’t get her hands on Bristol, Giselle, or either of their funds,” Diablo states.
“Gonna be hard for us to ensure Giselle’s trust,” Thanatos states, clasping his hands together as he leans forward, bracing his elbows on the table. “She told me that Ronnie forced her to sign it over to him. I’m willing to bet that he’s also involved in this.”
That’s something I was afraid of.
“I have an idea that might ensure she gets her money back,” I mutter, retaking my seat.
“What’s the idea?” Reaper growls.
Taking a breath, I tell them my thoughts on what we should do in order to see that nothing comes back on us, but also takes care of the situation. Several of my brothers put input in as I finished filling them in on the idea. By the time I’m finished talking, I know without the vote, that my brothers are with me on this. The remainder of church is spent fine-tuning everything we can in order to make it happen.
Leaving the room, I still feel the tension, the tightening in my gut, but I know I’ve got my brothers at my back. Together, we’ll do what it takes to ensure the safety of not just my woman but all of them.
CHAPTER 19
BRISTOL
I don’t know if I should be nervous, worried, or maybe scared when Beast and the others file out of church. The look on his face is one of fury, and it is enough to cause me to suck in a breath when our eyes meet.
I want to blame myself for whatever he’s thinking. It’s my family that’s causing the issues going on right now. Not my brother or dad, but my mother and I hate to say it, my sister. Though I can fully put the blame on my mother. My sister couldn’t help that she needed help to get away from the monster my mother strapped her with.
Keeping focus solely on Beast, I watch him all but prowl in my direction. I don’t know what happened while in there, but I saw Azrael and Cerberus come out of there and go back in with Jezebel. A short while later, they came back out. The woman had blood at her neck, and the two men carted her out of the clubhouse. That didn’t stop her from seeing me and glaring at me. I think if she could have, she’d have killed me in that moment, and I want to know why.
I’m getting the feeling something more is going on here, I just don’t know what. Hopefully, Beast will tell me something and not leave me in the dark.
The instant Beast is close enough, he wraps an arm around my waist and dips his head down to press his forehead against the top of my head.
Licking my lips, I tilt my head back until we’re nose to nose and ask, “What’s going on?” I’m not waiting around for answers, I want to know what the hell is going on. More than that, I want to make sure he’s not going to go through with the idiotic plan of faking our deaths. He said he wasn’t, and I need to know he’s not.
“Lots of shit happenin’, Butterfingers,” he mutters, releasing a heavy breath and stepping back. “Come on.” Dropping his hands from my waist, he takes my hand. “Let’s go to my room and talk in there.”
Wordlessly, I follow him, my stomach tightening as my nerves threaten to overtake me with my fears of what’s to come. It doesn’t help I’m still reeling over the fact the police were here at the clubhouse along with my mother.
There’s something else going on. I can all but feel it. Something big is about to happen.
Beast unlocks and opens the door to his room. Together, we step in, and he closes the door behind us, closing us in, alone in a room that only a day ago I ran out of after seeing Jezebel. Looking at the room now, I’m surprised to find a brand-new mattress where the old one was, along with a comforter still in its packaging.
