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“I took the easy way out?” He storms forward until his bared teeth are just an inch from my face. Unlike before, he doesn’t touch me at all. “I’ve never taken the easy road. The easy road was to stay in that club and accept Colum’s offer of a home amongst murderers. The easy way would have been to step in front of a fucking truck when I was so hungry and thin that a decent wind was a threat to me. I built myself!” He leans back and slams a fist to his own chest. “I built everything I have, I built it on the right side of the law, and I did it while I thought of you for twenty fucking years!”
“And yet, you could have had me for twenty years if you weren’t so afraid to use the name your mother gave you.”
“Fuck you, Elizabeth!” He spins away and throws his hand into the air. “You don’t know my mother. You don’t know shit about my life. But I know about yours. I know every cent you earn, I know all of the awards you’ve received while on the police force. I know you go to the gym because the sour-sisters were mean to you. I know you’d rather have no friends at all, because you’re scared they’ll tarnish that name you swear you’re making shine. I know what date your fucking period comes!”
“You ran me.” I push off the wall and stalk forward with a balled fist. “You fucking ran me? You didn’t end up in the gym by accident. You knew I would be there.”
“Of course I knew! I have to know whose side you’re on.”
“You think I’m a Bishop soldier?” My voice wants to break, but I refuse the weakness as I stalk forward. “You think I’m a whore that can be bought. Colum owned my father, so you figure Kane and Jay own me?”
“I had to make sure,” he growls.
“And the results of your search?” I lean onto my toes when he backs up and his legs hit the end of the bed. “What did you decide, Gunner? Am I for sale?”
“No,” he growls. “You’re too fucking broke to have sold yourself.”
I’ve never slapped anyone in my life. I’ve hit, I’ve kicked. I’ve shot at, pepper sprayed, and one time, I tasered. But I’ve never slapped.
Until now.
My arm comes around so fast that I don’t even realize it’s happening. My palm is open, and the loud crack that comes when my skin connects with his hurts my ears. I snap his head around, and cry out at the pain that radiates through my hand and arm.
“Fuck you, Gunner Bishop! I am not, have never been, and will never be for sale. You arrogant, smug, hypocritical piece of shit asshole. How dare you doubt me? I was on your side!” I bring my arm back for another swing, but he doesn’t accept a second shot.
He grabs my wrists and tugs me forward until the breath explodes from my lungs.
“I was on your side!” I screech. “Yours is the only side I’ve ever been on my whole life. You think the whole world is out to get you. You think that everyone is gonna fuck your mother.”
“Don’t speak about my mom!”
“You place yourself above the rest of us. You assume the daughter of a dirty cop should be dirty. You assume Kane and Jay are your enemies, because their daddy was the enemy. You assume everyone else is going to hurt you, but you’re the son of a prick too. You’re the very same product that came of a bad hookup; you’re just like the rest of us! Colum killed my mother too!” I slam my arms against his chest. “He killed Jay and Kane’s mother, too! You think you’re the only victim around here? You’re running my records through your computer, you’re trying to trick Sophia into giving you answers about Checkmate.”
I pull back when clarity snicks into place. “This has nothing to do with computers and companies, and everything to do with the owners. You’re expecting to find out they’re bad people. Youwantto hurt them.” I slam my fist against his chest. “They are yourbrothers. They share your blood, but you want them to be the villains. What then? What will you do when you find out they’re dirty, huh? Go to the cops you hate so much?”
“No.” He leans in close enough that I feel his hot breath on my aching cheekbone. “I will take them the fuck out. I will remove them from society, so they join the ranks of Colum, of Raymond-fucking-Tate, of Sean Frankston, and Abel Hayes. Every man that had a part in my mother’s death is being sent away or executed. I don’t give a single shit who turns the locks or pulls the trigger. All I care about is the fact it’s being done. My list is getting shorter, and now I’m up to these fuckers you call my brothers.”
“I was on your list.” I stand on my toes when he refuses to meet my eyes. “I was, wasn’t I? That’s why you ran me. What would you have done if you found out I was accepting bribes from shady folks? What would you do if I told you I was bad?”
“I would have had you taken out,” he admits on an angry whisper. His eyes come down and meet mine. They’re not smiling. Not warm. Not loving, like they were earlier in Club 188. “I would have had you removed. But you’re not dirty, so it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“It fucking matters!” I snap. “It matters you ever questioned it.”
Nausea roils in my stomach just like it did in the club, and anger wars against it to be the dominant feeling that rushes through my body. Turning away, I snap my hands from his grip when he tries to tug me back.
“I’m not getting into this, Theo. Or Gunner. Whoever the fuck you want to be, I’m not playing this game. I didn’t ask you to come back. I didn’t give you permission to run me. I will not help you run the Bishops when they’ve never done anything to you.”
“Their father murdered my mother!”
“He’s your father too,” I spit. “Perhaps check yourself in the mirror and ask the same questions you ask everyone else.”
I stop by my pile of clothes folded and laid out on a chair on the far side of this massive room. Theo’s hotel room is as big as my whole apartment, and it pisses me off that he can live in this world of luxury, but question everyone else’s morality compass.
The rest of us live humble lives, in regular homes – or in my case, a damn shoebox apartment where I have to walk up three floors. None of us take fancy vacations, none of us have fancy jobs.
How dare he, of all people, assume we’re the product of our parents?
My head throbs so much that I’m tempted to scream. My eye stings, my cheek pounds, and my lip is split again from all of my shouting.
