Page 111 of One Night with the Biker

“Let them shoot me and put me out of my goddamn misery,” he growled. “I’ve failed Ainsley.”

“Nope, but youarefailing her with your pathetic whining,” Bash snapped.

My snicker joined my brothers’ and Easton’s. Roman glared at the phone.

“I hope I didn’t waste my money on a pussy.”

I looked at Roman, wondering if those words would get a reaction. He gripped the table and gritted, “What do you want?”

“You’ve done an admirable job of crossing names off your kill list,” Bash said, sounding as proud as any father.

I merely exchanged glances with Razor, Bolt, and Louisiana.

“But the job isn’t finished. Remember? If she’s dead, Boom Boom still needs to die.”

Roman scrubbed a hand over his face. I swore his eyes watered.Ibarely heard anything pastif she’s dead, and I’d only known her for a short amount of time.

“If she’s alive, you can make up with her,” Bash continued. “Boom Boom was on your fucking list too, so you’ll hit the jackpot. To do that, fuckhead, you need to get your head out of your fucking ass.”

“Really?” Roman pounded his fist on the table. “Your sister is safe and sound. Mine is…” He drew in a deep breath. “The last time I talked to her, I was a supreme motherfucker to her.” He glared at me, the first time he’d engaged with me since we arrived.

“In the eight days you’ve been home, how many motherfuckers have you killed, Roman?” Bash asked.

“Nova, Vector, Bones, and Kite.”

Fuck, that motherfucker moved fast.

Shifting, Louisiana stared at Roman. If he saw, he didn’t react.

“I didn’t ask for names. I asked for a number.”

“Count them,” Roman said flatly. “That’s quite fucking easy.”

Bash growled. “You’re working on my fucking nerves, asshole.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter, Bash. I spent my fucking life protecting her only to fail her and…” He pressed his lips together and shook his head. “I’m going to the clubhouse and kill Boom Boom. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

“If you walk out that fucking clubhouse where you’re at right now, Easton is shooting you,” Bash barked. “Then he’s bringing all those prosthetics to me so I can get a fucking refund.”

I lifted a brow at the phone. Roman shrugged and gave me a small smile.

“That’s not how that works,” he said, “but whatever.”

“I’m asking youone more fucking time, what will you do about Boom Boom?”

“I’ve just fucking told you,” Roman said.

“No, you just said you were committing suicide. Nothing else.”

“I’m not blowing up the clubhouse,” Roman announced.

I think everyone stopped breathing. I sure the fuck did because that motherfucker was certifiable. He’d intended to blow up his own brothers?

“So you rode from Utah to Kansas with motherfucking explosives for no goddamn reason?” Bash demanded.

“Ainsley might be in the clubhouse, Bash,” Roman said in a voice so filled with pain, I turned away, finally getting what he meant. Even before he said it. Blinking, he glanced at the ceiling. “I want to get her back. Give her a proper burial.”

A buzzing started in my head, and it felt as if my muscles atrophied.

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