Page 53 of Siren's Salvation

When you're in a club like ours, secrets can get people killed.

"It's... it's nothing," she stammers, not meeting my eyes. "Just some personal stuff that needs moved outta the shed."

I snort. "Personal stuff that needs to be moved ASAP? Come on, sweetheart. You can do better than that."

She bites her lip, and I find my gaze drawn to the action.

Fuck, even when she's lying through her teeth, she's sexy as hell.

But I can't let that distract me from the fact that she's hiding something potentially dangerous.

"Please, Zane, please give me another chance," she begs, her voice cracking. "I want to have a good life with Boomer. I can change, I swear!"

Zane scoffs, disgust twisting his features. "I don't give a fuck about the life you're buildin’ with Boomer. You fucked with the club. Sera almost died. She was pregnant. Did you know that?"

My gut clenches at the mention of Sera.

I remember how close we came to losing her, the panic and rage we all felt.

Zane's not done though.

"Hell, her gramps was killed because of you. Because you chose to give more information to a fuckin' monster instead of doin' the right thing. Your death certificate is signed."

As Zane turns to walk away, Sassy loses it.

She starts hollering, begging, promising anything and everything.

It's pathetic, and I can see Cheyenne's patience wearing thin.

Before I can blink, Cheyenne's elbow connects with Sassy's face.

There's a sickening crunch, and Sassy crumples to the ground, unconscious.

I wince, thinking about the potential baby.

But I know Cheyenne wouldn't have done it if there was a real risk.

Cobra's voice cuts through the tense silence. "Will that hurt the baby?"

His tone is more curious than concerned, and I can't help but smirk at his twisted priorities.

Cheyenne shakes her head. "If it hurt the baby that bad I wouldn't have done it. She's still breathing, so that's the only thing that matters."

I let out a low whistle, impressed by Cheyenne's calculated brutality.

We hop back in the truck and get buckled up.

Zane's voice cuts through my thoughts, hollering over at the other truck. "Cheyenne, Grim," he barks, all business now. "Take Sassy back to the clubhouse. I want to know if she's really pregnant ASAP."

Cheyenne nods. "You got it, Prez. I'll let you know as soon as I've confirmed whether this bitch is actually knocked up or just blowing smoke up our asses."

Grim, silent as ever, grabs Sassy's arm.

The girl looks like she's about to piss herself.

But, now she knows she isn’t safe.

She’s going to die one way or another.

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