Page 8 of Worth It All

“Why are you even fighting?”

He takes a drag from his cigarette. “You know the answer to that. Deep down, you know why. Ask Charles.”

Before I can say anything else, he disappears into the darkness. I don’t chase after him. Chasing him would mean I’m ready to accept the truth in what he said.

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Collin

She claims she wants answers. So do I. Did she look for me? How long was I gone before she spread her fucking legs for my brother? A week? A month? They both betrayed me. I can forgive Davina. She was young, naive. But Mason will die for what he did to me. My own flesh and blood tried to kill me.

“Hey, how’s it going?” I ask, stepping up to the empty urinal. The man beside me shrugs in response. Not much of a talker.

After I left Davina, it was easy to wait for the biker boy to leave the bar. He pulled up at a gas station and filled up before heading inside to take a leak. He’s a few inches taller than me. His Fallen Eagles’ cut stretches over his broad shoulders. My Davina has a type.

When I arrived at the Haven earlier, it hadn’t been my intention to sneak inside. I’ve been watching Davina for months. I saw her kiss this piece of shit. Saw the way my brother reacted even though he does whatever the hell he wants. To believe he had the nerve to lecture me when he’s the exact same way. Wants to have his cake and eat it too.

I didn’t expect Davina to do what she did though. I can’t deny that I’m disappointed in her. She blew this guy in a storage room. My Davina had more self-respect than that.

Without warning, I swiftly jab my knife into his gut over and over, shanking the motherfucker who thought he could take what belongs to me. Blood coats my hand, slick and hot. My heart races in excitement. It’s been a while since I’ve taken someone’s life. I almost forgot how thrilling it is.

He gazes up at me from the floor, choking on his own blood. I lean down, sneering. “You didn’t even make her come, you sorry fuck.”

Calmly, I stand and wash the blood from my hands, whistling an upbeat tune as I exit the bathroom. Christ, I needed that.

14

Mason

“Iknow the lockdown is hard. I’m trying to be lenient by allowing members with old ladies and kids to stay in their own place. My brother is still out there.”

“What’s he waiting for?” Dash asks. “He’s fucking toying with us.”

“I don’t disagree. Club safety is my priority, though.”

Hunter takes a long drag from his cigarette before responding. “It’s starting to feel like it’s not a club anymore, man. Money is tight. We haven’t been on a run in weeks. If we don’t make those deliveries, our families suffer.”

“And when was the last time we had a party?” Bishop asks. “The pizza delivery guy said it’s like Fort Knox trying to get in here.”

This makes me chuckle. Bishop would order pizza for every meal, every day if he had the chance. But Hunter has a point. Business has suffered. All of the club’s focus has been on finding my brother when I know he won’t be found until he’s ready.

“I’m not downplaying the threat my brother poses. I wouldn’t be doing my job as president if I pretended he isn’t the biggest threat we’ve ever faced. I also wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’tensure this club’s members were provided for. Hunter, reach out to the Ravens. Tell them we’re ready to start delivering again. Dash and Munsey, we need prospects. Find some. Jake, talk to our buddies in law enforcement again. See if there have been any sightings of Collin.”

“What about me?” Bishop asks.

“Order some fucking pizza. Lockdown is over. It’s time for a party.”

The guys cheer, and I do my best to fight the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Collin isn’t finished. Dash is right. He’s toying with us, but I need to remind him it’s me he wants. And I’m not going anywhere.

15

Davina

When I arrive at the clubhouse, there’s a party in full swing. Honestly, it pisses me off. What the hell is Mason thinking? Besides, Charlie is here and Mason knows I don’t want him around the parties. He can hang out with the guys any time he wants, but not during parties.

I storm inside, looking around for Charlie in a room crowded with drunken bikers and half-naked women. Mason is seated on the couch, a woman grinding on his lap. I roll my eyes and walk over to him.

“Where’s my son?”

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