Page 67 of War

“Her name is Rogue,” Callan corrects.

“When we find this piece of shit boyfriend of yours, I want you to be the one who kills him,” Jericho informs me.“That will prove your loyalty.”

“Do you see what he did to her?She’s not rooting for team Tyler.”Kitty waves a hand up and down my body.

Gently shoving off Kitty, I take a few steps toward him.“Or what?Are you going to banish me?Hurt me?There’s nothing you can do to me that hasn’t already been done.My scars have scars, Jericho.I’ve been to hell and back.I’ve faced down more than one Devil.Don’t tell me what I have to do.”I wobble, and Monster whips his hand out, gripping my arm.His eyes bore into mine, light gleaming in his stare.He bobs his head, encouraging me to continue.

“When I kill Tyler, it will be because he killed my baby sister.I won’t kill him for you.It will be for her.”

Something I don’t recognize flashes in his eyes.“He killed the girl?”

Thud.Yes.

“Church—one hour,” Callan barks, taking my elbow.“You need to get back in bed,” he says low in the back of his throat.

“Not in the clinic, though, Callan.I want to be in your room.”

At a snail’s pace, I hobble past brothers taking seats at the tables.

“Anyone else wondering if she’s wearing panties under that gown?”Green queries.A sharp clap rings out.“Ouch.What the fuck was that for?”

“If you have to ask, you’re as smart as you are pretty.And you’re definitely not pretty,” Grease grunts.

“Out of respect for our pres being home, I’m going to let that slap slide,” Green announces.

A small smile tilts my lips.The memory of Grease pummeling Green to a pulp makes my bones ache.

Once we’re alone, I ask, “How long was I out?”

“Twelve hours.Doc gave you something to keep you sedated.Said sleep is the best medicine.”Callan flits his eyes over my face, his nostrils flaring.

“I think the pain meds he gave me are the best medicine, but what do I know?”I say playfully, leaning into him.

“You should know my dad’s bedroom is next to ours.”He kicks a boot against the door beside his.

“Great.”

Opening the bedroom door, we move to the bed, and I sit.Callan messes around with the pillows.

“I could have killed him,” I say, the walls shrinking around me.“I hit him with the car.He was just lying there.”My mind plays out the memories like a movie adding alternative endings.

“You’re not a killer, Rogue.”Callan exhales, moving in front of me, stroking a hand through my hair.

“I’ve killed.”I look up at his beautiful face.An angel made for sin.

“Because you had to.Your hand was forced.”

“I want to kill him, for what he did.But in the moment, I couldn’t follow through.”Swiping a tear, I hunch my shoulders.

“When we find him, if you can’t do it, I’ll do for you—for Harley.”Warmth from him saying her name thaws the chill spreading in my chest.

“Did you check hospitals?”I ask, a lightbulb flashing in my mind.That fall off the car would have caused an injury for sure.

“We checked hospitals, jails, motels surrounding the casino, bus stations—he’s a ghost.”

“He’s hurt,” I state, sure of it.

“And like any wounded animal, he’s in hiding, licking his wounds.When he does crawl out, we’ll be waiting,” Callan assures me, dropping to sit beside me.Taking my hand, he entwines our fingers.

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