Page 4 of Traitor

I suck in a breath, my fingers curling into shaking fists.

"Bones, I—"

"No." His fingers dig into my jaw. "I don't give a fuck what you have to say. You were a mistake. One I'm fixing today."

I freeze.

Fixing.

I know what that means. "Are you going to kill me?" I ask him softly.

"Why would I waste the tattoo? Others need to see what you truly are," he says.

Fuck! He really is handing me over. Death would’ve been better.

"No," I whisper, my body trembling. "No, Bones, please don't send me back!"

"You should've thought about that before you fucking lied to me. Let's see how the Riders deal with a failed spy."

I break.

Tears spill down my cheeks, hot and humiliating, but I don't care. I grab his cut, pulling at the leather, trying to anchor myself to the man I loved.

He shoves me off him, sending me crashing to the ground.

The cold, concrete floor knocks the air from my lungs. I land hard on the side of my face. I feel my cheek splitting and a bloody crack in my hairline. Pain shoots through my hip. It’s definitely scratched.

I gasp, choking, curling in on myself. I bite my lip so hard it bleeds.

"I should've fucked you and left you in the clubhouse with the rest of the whores," Bones says, his voice void of emotion. "Would've saved us all a lot of trouble."

A knife twists in my chest.

Not just from the physical pain, but from the way he looks at me.

Like I am nothing to him.

Like I never meant a fucking thing.

The door swings open again.

Tank and Joker enter, grabbing me by my arms and dragging me to my feet.

My body screams in pain, my vision blurring, but I fight. I still fight.

It doesn't matter.

I lose.

I always lose.

Outside, the air is suffocating.

A van waits by the curb. Crimson Riders.

Jinx is inside. I know he is.

Waiting to take me.

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