Page 108 of Savior

I was forced to keep drawing breath when they couldn’t.

I’d been questioning why Saint hadn’t pulled the trigger since day one, never realizing that the decision had been made to take my son’s life in exchange for mine.

I stalked toward Cobra, waiting for him to draw his gun and end it. My luck had run out. There’d be no cheating Death for the third time. Instead of killing me, he kept his hands by his sides and let me swing. My fist connected with his jaw weakly before he took my legs out from underneath me, sending me down to the concrete.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I begged, “Do it, Cobra. End it right here and now.”

He shook his head, standing his ground before me. “There’s no victory in this, Grey. You’re nothing more than a wounded animal—”

I sucked in ragged breaths. “You wanted to break me… you did it.”

“Not us. The Sons had nothing to do with this. Who were your enemies?”

I jerked my chin up and growled, “You.”

“No.” He pursed his lips. “We wanted a fight, not a massacre. Your family is being picked off, one by one. Tell me who would want to hurt you?”

I ran the back of my hand under my nose with a sniff. “Who would come after my family when it’s clear the Sons have the upper hand?”

I’ll be your ax…

He’d been all alone, had died because of my arrogant pride. I’d started a war, thinking I was a god. Now, I was nothing more than a broken man, down on his knees, begging for death.

“Mikey,” I wept, watching my tears mix with the dried blood on the concrete beneath me.

“You have my word, Grey.” Cobra’s voice was quiet. “The men responsible for your son’s death will be brought to death.”

I rubbed at the back of my neck before slapping at the cinderblock wall with a howl of rage, screaming his name until my throat was raw, and my voice was gone.

I wanted to drown myself in booze until I didn’t feel as though I’d been flayed alive.

It wouldn’t bring him back.

Nothing would bring him back.

The monster used his body to batter the sides of his cage, begging for a kill, craving vengeance. I ground my teeth together. “Put a bullet in my head, Cobra. It’s what you wanted—”

“Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’m going to be the one to end your life, but not like this. I want you fighting back.”

“You want a fight?” Using my good arm, I got to my feet before staggering toward him. I reached out and gripped the lapel on his fancy dress shirt in my hand, surprised at how much strength such a simple action had taken.

Cobra looked down at my hand. “Grey, I’ve told you the Sons aren’t responsible for this. We’ve kept tabs on your family, but I swear to you, we didn’t lay a hand on your son.”

“If you didn’t, then who did?”

The vein in his temple pulsed rapidly, even as his face remained passive. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out. Was there another club? The cartel?”

“I don’t know.” I slumped against his body, unable to hold myself up any longer.

Instead of letting me fall to the floor, Cobra hooked his arm under mine and led me back toward the cot. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“Ain’t my fuckin’ mother,” I snarled. It would’ve been more menacing were my head not resting against his shoulder.

“No,” he laughed. “But, I’m the closest thing you’ve got to a friend here.”

The door vibrated as it was pulled open and my hand fell away from his shirt. “Jarvis,” I choked, recoiling at the sight of a man I’d trusted.

Cobra stepped away from the cot. “What the fuck is this?”

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