Page 46 of Siren's Salvation

"Go ahead, Kade," Zanes say, his voice dripping with venom. "Show this bitch what happens when you cross the Reapers Rejects."

Kade steps forward, his usual easy-going demeanor replaced by something harder, colder.

He swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing, before he fixes Sassy with a steely glare.

"We protected you," he begins, his voice low and dangerous. "Gave you a roof over your head. Food in your belly. And you ratted out the club. Why the fuck did you do that, huh? You had it made, and you fucked it all up."

I watch Sassy's face, drinking in every flicker of emotion.

Fear, defiance, anger—they all dance across her features in rapid succession.

Finally, she settles on a look of bitter resentment.

"Protected me?" she spits out, her voice trembling slightly. "You never gave a shit about me. I was just a means to an end. Something to keep your dicks wet when you got bored."

The words hit me like a slap.

Is that how she sees the club in general?

As nothing more than users?

I feel a twinge of something - not quite guilt, but close—before I ruthlessly squash it down.

She made her choices.

Now she has to face the consequences.

Shiver steps forward, his muscular frame towering over Sassy.

I can't help but admire the way his tattoos ripple over his arms as he moves, another reminder of the incredible strength he has.

"So that's your excuse to fuck the club over?" he growls, getting right in her face. "Did you realize what you fuckin' did? How things are now?"

I watch Shiver, noting the tension in his jaw, the fire in his eyes.

He's pissed, and rightfully so.

But there's something else there too—a flicker of hurt, quickly masked.

It hits me then: Sassy's betrayal didn't just endanger the club.

It wounded them personally.

As I stand there, surrounded by my brothers, I realize that this isn't just about punishment anymore.

Sassy's eyes roll so hard I'm surprised they don't pop right out of her skull.

Her lips curl into a sneer, every inch of her radiating defiance. "I'm sure things are fine," she spits, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The tension ratchets up another notch.

I can feel it crackling in the air, see it in the way Cobra's fists clench at his sides.

His face contorts with rage as he steps forward.

"Fine?" Cobra's voice is low, dangerous. "You've gotta be shittin’ me. You put us in an impossible position, our girls, our families."

I watch Sassy's face, searching for any sign of remorse, but there's nothing.

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