Page 109 of Savior

At the question, the woman being supported in his arms lifted her head with a sloppy smile. “Daddy?”

Kate.

Her long dark hair fell around her face like a curtain, but it didn’t hide the fact that her green eyes were almost entirely black from her blown pupils.

“Saint wanted her—”

“The fuck did you do, Jarvis?” I growled, fighting to stand. “The fuck did you give her?”

He straightened, but I didn’t miss the sweat beading on his upper lip. For all his swagger, he was still afraid of me. “Just gave her the drugs. They should be wearing off soon.”

“I just finished telling him that we had nothing to do with his son’s death and you parade his daughter in here. You see how this looks, don’t you?”

He shifted Kate, and her head flopped back like a doll’s. My heart thrashed wildly in my chest when her chin began to quiver. The corners of her mouth turned down, and she mashed her lips together, just like she had as a baby.

Only this time, it was drug-induced.

“I trusted you with her life, and you were going behind my back this entire time?”

Jarvis tipped her head forward, and she watched him curiously. “Not gonna let a damn thing happen to her, Grey,” he murmured, keeping his eyes on hers.

I made it to my feet, and Cobra placed a hand on my shoulder to steady me. The old me would’ve knocked his teeth in. The old me also wasn’t suffering from a severe case of vertigo.

“She’s here to keep you compliant.”

Jarvis tightened his hold, thrusting Kate’s head up against his. “Saint said he just had a few questions—”

“You really that fuckin’ stupid?” I spat the words. “You had to have known what you were doin’ by bringin’ her here.”

Kate tried bringing her hand up over her mouth but kept missing and hitting her cheek. “I don’t feel good,” she moaned, and I swore my teeth were going to crack from the pressure.

“Lay her on the cot, Jeremy,” Cobra demanded. “And clean up this mess.”

I prayed that the drugs were still in effect enough to hide the fact that her grandmother’s body was lying on the concrete.

He hesitated. “She doesn’t know anything. If Saint lays—”

“Saint will do what he thinks is best and you’ll run back to your club like a good soldier. You want to be paid? Do your fucking job.”

I tried reaching for her, but my right arm flopped uselessly back to my side, another reminder that my shoulder was shot.

When Jarvis made no attempt to move, Cobra exhaled a long sigh and released his hold on me. I managed to keep myself upright by squeezing the metal headboard but swayed from side to side as if on a ship.

“Give her to me,” he said through his teeth. “And clean the fuck up.”

I prepared my body to fight as Cobra took Kate in his arms, knowing the things he’d done to her mother. She blinked up at him in confusion, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as the drugs tried to pull her under again.

He laid her on the cot as if she was made of glass. I sank down beside her, ready to rip out the throat of anyone who got too close.

“She looks just like her mother,” Cobra mused, ignoring the warning growl in my throat.

“You wanna know why I did it, Grey?” Jarvis asked as he dragged Norma’s body across the floor. “Because it should’ve been me. I kept her safe. Me.”

Kate jerked beside me, fighting to break away from the hold the drugs had on her. I stroked her forehead with the pad of my thumb like I’d done to soothe her when she was fussy as a baby. When she sighed and went still again, I turned back to Jarvis. “She didn’t choose you, so you abandoned your brothers and broke your oath to the club. You don’t deserve to wear that kutte.”

“I obeyed every one of your goddamn rules,” he hissed. “Kate was the one thing I wanted. But bikers weren’t good enough for your little girls. You’re such a fucking hypocrite, Grey.”

He reached the door and turned around. “Oh, and one more thing. I broke rule number one… and rule number two—fuck, remind me which number her sucking me off was? You only have yourself to blame for her being here right now.”

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