Page 6 of Siren's Salvation

My vision goes red. "Shut the fuck up!"

But Bronco doesn't stop.

He keeps going, spewing the most vile, disgusting things about Grace.

Each word is like a knife twisting in my gut.

"She begged me to stop, you know," he says, eyes glinting with malice. "Cried for her big brother to save her."

I can feel something inside me snap.

My hand moves of its own accord, reaching for the gun holstered at my hip.

Bronco continues, oblivious to the danger. "But you weren't there, were you?"

Time seems to slow down. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, feel the cold metal of the gun in my hand.

A voice in the back of my mind screams that this is a point of no return, but I push it aside.

In a split second, I make my decision.

The gun comes up, my finger squeezes the trigger, and a deafening crack echoes through the clubhouse.

Bronco's taunting words cut off abruptly as the bullet finds its mark between his eyes.

For a moment, he just stands there, a look of surprise frozen on his face.

Then he crumples to the ground, lifeless.

I stare at his body, my hand still raised, the gun still smoking.

Holy shit.

I just killed him.

Not just any man—a member of my father's MC.

The newly appointed VP.

"Fuck," I whisper, the full weight of what I've done crashing down on me.

But as I think of Grace, of what he did to her, I can't bring myself to regret it.

I did this for her.

To protect her.

A piercing scream from upstairs snaps me out of my daze.

Grace.

Shit, she must've heard the gunshot.

I holster my weapon and bolt for the stairs, taking them two at a time.

My heart's racing, but not from the exertion.

What the hell am I gonna tell her?

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