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Our chests rise and fall quickly as we stare each other down, but it’s Slasher’s words that break the bubble of rage we’re in.
“Prez, Cain is pulling in the gate.”
I shoot a look to my VP, confused, and he gives me a shrug, looking just as fucking confused. It’s in that moment that the Cunts start moving behind me, and a quick glance over my shoulder shows them cautiously walking toward the clubhouse doors carrying bags.
“Princess!” I snap, returning my glare to her with a really bad fucking feeling that Cain’s presence has something to do with her. “Why the fuck is Cain here?”
“To take the Cunts to Dirty Diamonds, of course. Just like we planned, it’s just a little earlier.”
A low growl reverberates in my chest as the clubhouse door swings open, and Cain’s voice sounds too fucking cheery for the current mood.
“Where are my sexy little Cunts?”
“Not your Cunts.” Slasher barks in Cain’s direction.
“Ouch,” Cain says way too loudly. “Someone’s a grump today.”
Ignoring the snickering Cunts, my glare shoots to Zoe again, and the fucking brat simply lifts a brow.
“Trust me for once, Gray.”
Trust her? Fucking trust her? Is she mad?
“You deceived me, Princess. You deliberately went behind my back. I’ve been honest with you about every fucking thing. I’ve taken you into the sacred space of church, whichis un-fucking-heard of. I’ve kept you in the loop about our plans for the Reapers. I haven’t fucking kept a single thing from you, yet you go behind my back and make the call to Rusty early.” I hold my phone up flashing her the call log, but all she does is fucking roll her eyes.
My hand is around her throat in an instant, and I charge forward, forcing her to walk backward until her back thumps against the wall, her blue eyes wide with shock.
“Gray,” she gasps, but I sneer in her face.
“This fucking situation isn’t a fucking eye rolling situation, Princess. Have you forgotten what they did to you!”
“No, I haven’t forgotten!” she screams in my face, tears springing to her eyes. “I’ll never be able to forget!”
The whole room falls quiet as Zoe and I face off, our emotions running molten, and I’d fuck her right here right now if we had time because as angry as she makes me, my fucking cock is hard and hasn’t got the memo that this isn’t foreplay. But now isn’t the time.
“I will burn this whole fucking world for you, Zo,” I rasp, quieter now, and I feel her swallow thickly under the palm of my hand still tight around her throat.
“I know you will.”
“Then why do you keep insisting on taking matters into your own hands?”
Her lower lip trembles, and she swallows again, so I loosen my hold on her throat, but I don’t release her.
“I need to do this.” She whispers, “I need them to see that they haven’t broken me.”
Fuck.
FUCK.
I understand that, which means now I have to fucking accept it.
“Cain,” I bark, not taking my eyes off my princess. “Take them.”
“Of course.” He fucking sing-songs. “Come on, ladies. Your chariot awaits.”
Murmurs from the Cunts saying goodbye to my club brothers fill the room as I stay in an eye lock with my princess.
As they leave and I hear the doors of whatever car or van Cain drove here to cart them all in, I take in a deep breath, hoping for fucking calm so I can clear my head and focus on what needs to be done.
