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The man nodded, and Trey gestured him toward the opposite wall.
“What the fuck?” Stark said, glaring at Murphy.
Rogue laughed. “He gave you up, motherfucker, to spare himself. That’s the kind of crew you fucking built, asshole.”
Stark lunged forward, and Trey pulled out his gun, taking him down with one shot. It was a chain reaction of all his men taking aim and firing. In less than a minute, Stark, along with his crew, were piled on the floor and lifeless. It was anti-climactic.
Trey turned, stepping over one body, with Rogue and Oz by his side.
Trey reached out and shook his hand. “I appreciate what you did. Some might even call it honorable. Most men in our world would have remained loyal to their own.”
Murphy nodded. “I kept my dignity, true to who I am, and saved your woman.”
To an outsider looking in, that was how it would appear—a man going against his boss and crew to save a woman in need. A hero, by some’s standards. That was where his efforts were twisted. There were no heroes in the Underground. Not one. There were no selfless acts. Everyone had a motive. He was no different, though he wore a different mask.
“And yourself,” Trey said.
Murphy furrowed his brows.
“You’re the only man standing among Stark’s crew. You essentially sold out your crew to save yourself.”
“And your woman.”
Trey smirked. “Yes, but you didn’t make that call out of the kindness of your heart. You did it because Dahlia bargained for her life. A trade. Hers for yours. You’re a smart man. You knew we’d find you and the others. I wouldn’t have let it go had she been killed. I would have spent the rest of my life and my time hunting Stark down.” Trey paused. “And you knew that.”
Murphy shifted his gaze between Trey and the others. “I didn’t have anything to do with taking her.”
“No, you didn’t. I said I wouldn’t kill you. I gave my word.”
Relief flashed over his face. It only lasted seconds until the guns cocked.
“But I fucking didn’t,” Rogue said.
The gunfire echoed through the room, and Trey watched with complete satisfaction.
Trey walked out of the house to find unexpected visitors or allies, depending on who was speaking. Killcreek was lined up near their bikes, but Ace and Cross were walking across the yard. They stopped a few feet away with their eyes focused on Oz. Trey wasn’t quite sure why they were even there, but clearly, it was at Oz’s request.
Trey eyed the MC president and VP as Jared, Caine, Cyrus, Ridge, and all the members of the Underground security circled around Oz. He looked over at Ridge and gestured to the house.
“Get rid of them.”
No other instructions were needed. The Underground had a few options when it came to disposing of bodies, and years later, not one had been found. Ridge nodded, heading back inside with the others in tow.
“What do you need from us?” Ace asked.
“Torch it,” Oz said, and Ace smiled.
“That’s our specialty.”
It may have seemed like overkill and dramatic, but it would remove any and all evidence once the bodies were removed. It was their safest bet.
This was over.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Dahlia strained to open her eyes. It took a few minutes to focus, but she saw the familiar face seated in the leather chair across the room, staring down at her phone. Dahlia slowly lifted up on her elbow and squinted.
“Karia?”
