Page 71 of Nest Of Lies

I double check everythingfor this fiasco for the fifth time. Most of the MC is staying as far away as they can from me. Lurking near walls, giving me space. My notoriety is legendary. My temper is explosive. For the first time since I joined the MC, I’m not sure about this path Zaden has chosen for us. It grates because his logic is flawless. As an MC, this is the correct path. As a pack, this is the correct path.

As an alpha with an omega about to go in heat, everything about it feels wrong.

I know we need to get retaliation for Ranger. But Lia isn’t well, and I don’t want to leave her unprotected.

I let out a growl and watch as two prospects pale and go completely still, watching me as I pass by. The whole thing just gives me the shits and makes me want to put holes in the walls.

“Get outside and get your rides ready. Make sure everything is perfect,” I bark out, stalking past them.

They run for the door, another two joining them. The satisfaction I would normally feel isn’t here.

It’s the perfect retaliation.

So, why am I so edgy? Why does everything feel so off? I glare at everyone. Rojers and Jolie are talking quietly. Both of them in their leathers and ready to ride.

We called in everyone, and they answered the call. Everyone is here to get Ranger justice. It should be amazing and feel good. But there’s a niggling something that isn’t sitting right, and I can’t put my finger on it. I’ve been over the plan a million times.

Zaden comes down the stairs, Ranger and Mills at his side. I glance at Badger, who, along with our two newest prospects, Kyle and Nick, will stay here.

It’s babysitting duty, but he doesn’t care. Badger’s happier out of the drama. I can respect that. He’s tired and older now, and excitement is for younger men, or so he keeps saying. He’ll keep those kids out of trouble.

It will also mean if something goes pear-shaped, we’ll know one way or another who it is.

“A few weeks ago, our brother Ranger was taken by the Despair MC. He was kept for three days and tortured. We have him back, but we don’t forget.”

“Fuck no!” the club roars.

“WE DON’T FORGIVE!” Zaden roars at the MC.

“NEVER!” They roar back at him.

“Retribution will be had!” Zaden glares around the room.

Our alpha is power, and I can’t take my eyes off him! He’s compelling and vibrant and so very dangerous when he’s like this. It’s part of why I stayed. This man. I knew he would be our prez, just like I knew he was my alpha.

He’s charismatic, he’s a magnet, he’s pure Mirakill, and I can’t look away. I love him as much today if not more than the day I met him.

I love the entire pack. It’s difficult to put into words how I feel about them: romantic, brotherly, the pack bonds with the MC bonds. We’re tighter, almost symbiotic. We act with no need for words. Sometimes it feels like we’re less individuals and more one giant being divided into five parts. We’re always on the same wavelength.

So why is he ignoring all the wrong here?

And Lia. I look away from Zaden. The only reason I’d look away from Zaden is to glance in her direction, up the stairs, where she is hidden in his room. We snuck her in early this morning.

She’s going to kill us when she realises what we did. But Lia keeps losing it when we leave her. She tries not to show it, but her despair and panic fill the air whenever she finds herself in a room alone. I don’t understand it.

Mills’ put something mild in her tea last night. So, she should sleep for a few hours now, safe and sound. When we get back, we can take her back to her mansion and pack her shit. She’s not going back there. I’m done with it.

I don’t know why we’re pretending still. We should just tell her she’s ours. We’ve all decided. Hell, Zaden gave her his nest. We’re keeping her. We just haven’t told her.

Because we haven’t told her everything yet.

I feel like I have buzzy bees under my skin. I’m edgy and antsy, but leaving feels wrong. The closer we get to go-time, the louder the feeling gets.

Did Mills give her enough? Did he give her too much? The fever had started again during the night. I’d sat with Ranger and bathed her head, trying to bring it down until Mills finally dosed her just after dawn.

We should only be gone a couple of hours. Frantic is a good description of how I’m feeling, but it’s a damn frenzy inside my brain.

“Let’s get retribution!” Zaden shouts.

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