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I can’t do that either.
What the fuck do I do?
Grayson
“She doesn’t have to scream for me. I’m already fucking here.”
I revel in the way Gunner stiffens at feeling the press of my gun to the back of his head. It’s a rush of power I wasn’t expecting, but one I fucking embrace.
“Now, now, brother. You don’t want to get your whore all messy with my blood, do you?”
I scoff, hearing the heavy steps of my men file in behind me before seeing Munroe, Sully, Tex, and Stretch fan out around us, guns pointed at Gunner.
“Don’t fucking call me brother. You lost that right when you betrayed us.” I jab the nozzle of my gun hard into his thick hair. “Now fucking stand up.”
“Okay. Okay.” He slowly starts to rise off Zoe, and I take a moment to check her over, seeing that she’s half naked with a shallow cut on her neck and a bruise forming on her forehead.
Quickly shucking off my cut and tugging off my shirt, I toss it over to Zoe. “Put this on, Princess.”
With his hands raised, Gunner takes stock of the situation he’s in, his eyes darting to every gun trained on him. Still, the fucker glances at Zoe like he’s imagining what she’s hiding under my shirt.
Yeah, he has nowhere to fucking run.
“Hands behind your head,” I snap as I slip my arms back through my cut, and he nods, not looking at me, instead looking down at Zoe as she scurries backward across the floor to get clear of him.
Then he fucking shoots her a wink.
With a hard crack, I hit him over the side of his head with the butt of my gun, sending him tumbling forward, crashing to his knees.
Every ounce of anger that has been brewing over his betrayal boils to the surface, and I toss my gun behind me before using my fists to start pummeling him as I let myself embrace the rage.
I punch, kick, shove, and knee my former best friend, not stopping when he no longer tries to shield himself from the blows. He knows fighting back is futile. He’s already made peace with the fact death is coming for him. Unluckily for him, I won’t make it come easily.
By the time I stop my assault, he’s lying in a pool of his own blood, his face swelling with bruises already forming.
I spit on his crumpled form as he heaves for air.
“Tell me why!” I roar. “Why the fuck would you betray us?! Betray me!” I lower to my haunches and grab a fistful of his hair, dragging his head back so I can look at his beaten face. “Why the fuck would you trade the Kings for the fucking Reapers?”
A low, maniacal laugh rattles from his chest, and the fucker even has the audacity to smirk.
“That’s easy,” he rasps, trying to pry one lid open enough to see me. “Everything was always about you.” He coughs. “I was part of the Diamond Crew before you. I practically grew up with them, but then you came along, and everyone just fuckingloved you.” He rolls to his back, forcing his lid to open further to see me looming over him. “Hell, even Rocco declared you VP even though you hadn’t been around for long. You always got the good stuff, while I was always forgotten about, stuck in your fucking shadow.”
I jerk back a little, absorbing his words.
This is all about jealousy?
“Why didn’t you speak up?” I snap. “Talk with me or Rocco. We would have fucking listened.”
Tugging his head back forcefully, my grip releases on his hair and he flops his head back to the floor as he scoffs.
“Rocco never heard me. He always fucking dismissed me, and you,” he glares up at me, curling his top lip to reveal blood coated teeth, “you always took what I wanted. Including Zoe.”
I shake my head. “Don’t use Zoe as an excuse. This obviously started before her.”
Gunner laughs, but there’s no humor to it.
“Tell me when?” I snap. “When did you decide to betray our club and stand with our enemy?”
