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“I said, shoot her. You chose this woman over your daughter’s life. Now let’s see if you’ll choose her over your own. Take this gun and shoot her in her fucking face. If you do that, I’ll let you live.”
“You're crazy.” He stares back at me, and I shrug. Maybe I am crazy, maybe I’m just fucking numb inside, but the sooner I end this shit, the sooner I can get to Lydia and warn the club of the threat that’s coming.
If he doesn’t hurry up and finish her, I’ll have to do it myself, and I’ve already broken one club rule by killing the kid. I don’t want to make this the second.
Marty’s handshakes as he takes the gun from mine.
“I’m sorry, Brenda,” he tells her, holding it up and lining it with her head.
“You're not gonna shoot me,” she laughs at him. “Marty, you didn't have the balls to finish off your wife then, and you don’t have the—”
BANG.
Marty finds his fucking balls and shuts her up with a bullet. It’s not the most accurate, but it does the fucking job. The bitch’s brain paints the yellow walls and splatters the white net curtains hanging from the window as she slumps into a heap on top of the suitcase on the bed.
“Wow.” Marty breathes, dropping the gun to the floor and staring at the woman on the bed.
I tuck the gun I’ve been holding to his throat back into my jeans and slowly slip my blade from my belt.
“Wait… what are you doing?” He shakes his head with fear when he notices. “You… You said I could live if I—” I force the blade deep into the side of his throat and watch his eyes widen in shock.
“I lied.” I stare him dead in the eyes as blood pours from his mouth and spills around my blade. I listen to him choke on his own blood and feel the throb of his jugular against the heel of my palm as I slide the blade free and watch him slip down the wall. Then, wiping the blood from it on my jeans, I pass up on the pleasure of watching him bleed out and race back to the cage.
I have to stop my brother and the others from walking into Verretti’s trap. Peyton ain’t that far from the clubhouse. The boys could get there faster than I can if they turn around now. The clubhouse and the other women need protection too.
I try calling Squealer, but there's no answer–no one ever answers when they’re on the fucking road.
“Shit!” I kick the tire before jumping in the driver’s seat and pulling away from the Farrowmans’. Then I try the next person I need.
“Hello?” Maddy answers like she’s been expecting me.
“She’s gone. I got there, and she was gone.” The reality hits me like a brick in the face when I say it out loud. “The boys are heading in the wrong direction. It’s a trap, we have to get them back, and they have to go to Peyton. Verretti has Lydia there. Alex was right. Her father was part of it all.”
“Peyton is only forty-five minutes from here.” Maddy says.
“I know. I’m on my way back, but I’m gonna take too long. They took her in a chopper, so they’re way ahead of us. If you get hold of the boys before I do, get them to go straight to her. The place is called Briarwood. It’s a mansion out that way. I need you to send me directions to it.”
“Okay, I got it,” Maddy says efficiently. “I’m gonna try Jessie now. We won’t stop until we get hold of them,” she promises.
“Maddy.” I catch her before she hangs up.
“Yeah?”
“I think Verretti’s men are coming for the club. They set it up for us to think they were in Gunnerson, so that's where we’d head. They know the club’s unprotected. I don’t know what’s coming. You need to get the girls out of there.”
“Holy shit, Screw.” Maddy breathes out heavily.
“Maddy. Don’t let anything happen to fucking Alex, okay?” I think of what it would do to Squealer if he lost them.
“I promise,” she assures me before I hang up.
I press my toe to the floor and burn the cage a little more.
I don’t know how many guards Verretti has where he’s holding Lydia. But a gun and a dagger won’t be enough to go in with. I’m gonna have to stop at the club for supplies. I saved Lydia once. I’ll damn make sure I do it again.
My fingers shake as I scroll to the group message I set up, especially for this occasion.
“What did he say?” Alex stares at me. She knows there’s something wrong. I’m crap at hiding my emotions.
