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“I’m sorry, baby, but the evidence is there. He’s been in contact with Wash, a member of my club. Carlo hired Wash to take you and your father out.”

“But why?”

“So Dante would become the head of the Allegrini family.”

Her eyes glisten, but she blinks the tears away before they can fall. Her spine straightens, and her lips form a firm line. My woman has a backbone of steel, even in the face of such a betrayal.

“Please tell me my cousins weren’t part of it.”

I’m happy to give her this answer. “They weren’t. They’re the ones who informed my president, Miller, about the corruption and your kidnapping. I only found you because they came to us.”

“Jesus,” she mutters. Her head falls forward and her hair goes with it, covering half of her face. I don’t like not seeing her face, so I push the strands back over her shoulder. “Papá is going to kill him.”

“Fuck, yes, he will. And if he doesn’t, it’ll happen anyway.”

Her head tilts back. “Because you’ll do it?”

I don’t say anything, but my answer is in the hard set of my jaw and the anger brewing in my eyes. Alex watches me for several moments, and acceptance slowly filters into her gaze. She knows how shit works in our world. I may be MC and she’s mafia, but betrayal always ends the same way.

I’ll allow Lorenzo Allegrini to take care of the man who threatened his and his daughter’s life, because it was his flesh and blood who betrayed him, and I know he’ll do it deservingly. Blood is everything to a family like the Allegrinis, just as much as it is for the Hell’s Jokers.

Wash, Dawg, and Rabbit are the club’s to take care of.

The severity of their death depends on who gets their hands on them first. Miller will make it quick but painful. Not to spare them of the torture they deserve, but to simply get it over with.

Me, on the other hand, will make that shit last for hours. I’ll fucking luxuriate in the sounds of their screams and relish their blood coating my hands. They thought to harm my woman. To wipe her from existence.

Having been part of MC life, they believe they know what’s coming for them.

They’ve got no clue the hell they’ve unleashed.

Chapter 11

Jewelz Baxter

Jewelz Baxter

Alessandra (Alex)

I squint against the brightness of the sun beaming through the pulled-back ruffled curtains of the living room as I follow Braxton to the kitchen. I know without checking the time it must be mid-morning. I never sleep this late, but at the moment, I feel as if I could crawl right back under the covers for the rest of the day.

Braxton pulls back my chair when we reach the table. The concern filling his eyes tells me he detects I’m not feeling my best this morning, even after assuring him that it is nothing other than my body reacting to the adrenaline rush from the kidnapping and then the lack of sleep.

My lips curl up at that memory. Exploring each other’s bodies was well worth the missed sleep, and when he collapsed next to me, it felt so good to sleep pressed againstmy man.The world may be falling around us, but with his protective arms around me, I know nothing can touch me. Although I’ve been raised to be aware and defend myself, Braxton fills me with a sense of security like I’ve never known.

Granny turns from the stove as we walk in, wearing her enthusiastic smile. “Thought you two were going to sleep the day away.” She slides a plate piled with food in front of me and another in front of Braxton.

The breakfast Granny whipped up looks amazing. I inhale the steam drifting toward me.The aroma.It’s—it’s... I slap my palm over my mouth as my chair tumbles to the floor. Stumbling around it, I race to reach the bathroom before my stomach purges itself right here in front of everyone.

“Alex!”

Heavy footsteps echo behind me. I know it’s no use closing the door, but I shove at it as I fall to my knees next to the toilet. And just in time.

I hate this. It makes me feel weak. And I am not weak. Strong. Confident. Even stubborn. Butneverweak.

I’m thankful to hear the faucet turn on. At least the roar of the water may drown out me puking up my guts.

“Baby, are you alright?” Braxton’s touch is so gentle as he lifts my hair. A shiver runs down my back. He places a cold cloth over my neck.

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