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I want to tell him that my woman was counting on my protection, too, and he couldn’t fucking deliver that. My dad had to come down here with his men to make that shit fucking happen. I want to say a lot of shit, but I bite my tongue.
Shaking my head, I run my fingers through my hair. “I’m not a pimp. I’m not a bodyguard. None of us are. We’re just starting our transportation company. We cannot take this endeavor on. We do not have the manpower to protect thirty pros. You need to find them new pimps if that’s what you want.”
Atomic slams his hand on the desk, then leans forward. “That’s it,” he snaps. “Great fuckin’ idea.”
“What?”
He nods his head a couple of times. “We diversify. When we bring other clubs in, we give one of them the protection aspect of these women. There’s a club in Kilgore that’s been affiliated for years. They’re good guys. This would do well for them. Plus, it would be a hell of a lot of money for the club.”
Better them than us.
“You want to patch them over completely and put them in charge of the Nomad Kings’ whores and dope?” I ask.
He nods his head. “I think it’ll work. They’ve been trying to do some runs and make it, but they need something steady to make it and grow.”
Atomic is probably right. He seems much lighter as he stands from his chair and leans over the desk, his gaze focused on mine.
“I’m ready to get Poison out of my fucking hair, too. Want to deal with that right now and be done with it.”
“She give you any information?” I ask.
“None that was useful or that we didn’t figure out on our own. She isn’t the brightest bulb. Great at giving head, but not too smart.”
“So she’s useless?” I ask.
He nods his head. “Just the fact that she’s your woman’s half sister, if that means anything. It’s up to you on that front. I got no use for her here at the clubhouse, though.”
I snort. “That doesn’t mean fuck all. That bitch didn’t give two fucks about Shawn. In fact, she was more than happy to get rid of her for good. She’s going the fuck down.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. I didn’t have a place for her with that kind of betrayal, and honestly, I couldn’t see just letting her leave here freely.”
Laughing, I grip the arms of the chair and push myself to standing. I follow behind him, and we head straight for the holding room. She’s sitting in a chair, tied up, and I wonder if the Nomad Kings were necessarily wrong for having a cage.
Although, I think I’d like it even better if we had something on the ceiling so I could string this bitch up. She lifts her head when we walk into the room, and when her eyes find mine, they brighten. I’m not sure what she thinks I’m going to do for her, but the only thing that’s happening here is her throat being slit. I don’t want any other part of her. I don’t want to hear her speak, and I sure as shit do not want to fuck her ever again.
“King,” she purrs.
Shaking my head slowly, I move closer to her, taking my knife out of the sheath in my belt. I lean forward, wrap my fingers around the handle, and hold it at my thigh. “No more talking, Poison. Your name suits you, you know that?” Her lips part, but I smirk as I watch her. “You fucked up.”
“She’ll make you miserable.”
“No, that’s where you’re wrong. You breathing makes me fucking miserable. Shawn, I love.”
And without another word, I shift my hand forward and slide the knife across her throat. Her blood sprays across my face as I watch the light leave her eyes, but I realize that it isn’t light at all. Nothing about this woman was light.
Shawn is light.
This bitch was the dark.
And now she’s exactly where she belongs, and after a shower, I’m going to go back up to my room, where I belong.
SHAWN
I bite my bottom lip as I stand in the center of my bakery. I was gaining traction for one full day before that asshole of a man who claimed to be my father tried to take it all away from me. Glancing around the space, I can’t help but feel slightly defeated.
I shake myself out of the complete devastation and decide there is only one thing left to do. I have to get my shit together. I haven’t lost so much traction that I can’t make it back up. One good farmers’ market is all I need again.
There is a knock on the door, and it slowly opens. I turn my head and gasp at the sight of my brother as he moves into the room. I want to tell him to leave, but I can’t. I’m frozen where I am, wondering why he’s here and what he could possibly want.
