Page 59 of Queen of Blades

Goddamn motherfuckingDieseldid this.

Turning on his heel, Paul left the restaurant without another word. He got what he came for. Now, he had a mission to end Diesel once and for all. He should’ve done it twelve years ago. His family let him live as a favor to Snoopy.

The worst decision on the planet.

“Paul!” Eddie called after him the moment he reached for the handle of his car. “Dammit, stop.”

His brother blocked him from opening the door.

“Get out of my way,” Paul sneered.

He didn’t want to have to hurt his brother, but he would. Diesel needed to die. Paul would end this one way or another.

“You can’t fly off the handle right now,” Eddie insisted.

Easy for him to say. He didn’t have anyone who was important to him the way Harper was to Paul. He didn’t understand.

Paul glared at his brother. “If you don’t move, I will stab you with my keys.”

Eddie didn’t move. “Calm down and think for a minute.”

“Diesel.” Paul slammed his hand down on the roof of the car. “That slimy waste of life started all this. For what? Harper came all the way to Oklahoma to defend his sorry ass, and this is how he repays her? Trying to get her fucking killed!”

“For power,” Joseph answered as he sauntered out of the restaurant. “This shouldn’t be news to you.”

Both brothers turned sharply to watch their father stroll ever so calmly toward their cars.

“Diesel is the new president of the bikers,” Joseph informed them. “He needed to get Snoopy out of the way, so he made a deal with Sebastián and ended their feud.”

“What did that have to do with Harper?” Paul hissed. “She was living her goddamn life in North Carolina. He brought her here for this bullshit?”

Joseph arched his brow as he clasped his wrist before him with the opposite hand. The look on his face was pure disappointment. “Do you think they had an in-depth discussion on the plan? It always comes down to money. Diesel offered Rojas a deal. He took it. No one gave a rat’s ass about who would be caught in the crossfire.”

Paul fisted his hair and yanked as he turned, spewing a string of cuss words. The volcano of rage inside him was so close to erupting, he couldn’t stand it. He needed to unleash it soon, and Diesel was the only one who deserved to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

“He’s been convicted,” Paul said. “How is he supposed to run his club from behind bars?”

Joseph lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “It’s not unheard of to have a leader of a crime syndicate in jail. Besides, Harper is an excellent attorney. Actually, your little woman is quite impressive. His conviction is light compared to the charges he faced.”

Paul shook his head. He’d already despised Diesel before this. Now he wanted nothing more than to stomp his face in. Draining every ounce of blood from the biker’s body would be the only way to sate Paul’s rage. Diesel didn’t deserve to live on the same planet as Harper.

“If you hadn’t run out of the meeting like an impulsive lovesick teenager, you would’ve gotten the full story,” Joseph reprimanded. “Though I’m not sure I have all the details, I have enough for now. So, get your head on straight, get in the car, and come back to the house so we can discuss our next moves.”

“I’m not leaving Harper alone,” Paul announced.

“Then we can go to the safe house together,” Eddie declared.

With that, Paul’s pocket vibrated. Furrowing his brow, he looked from his father to his brother and then back again. Who the hell would call him on that number? Only his family had it, and it was the number specifically assigned to the safe house.

Yanking it out of his pocket, he tapped the screen and brought it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, Paul. It’s Sam. Did you take your guest with you?” his cousin asked.

Paul gripped the phone tighter, but before he could answer, Sam continued.

“’Cause if not, she really tore this place up. The front window is busted through. The couch cushions are all over the fucking place. Shit. Is that blood?” Sam spoke as if he was walking through the house and verbalizing what he saw.

“Is she there?” Paul demanded, his gaze going from his brother to his father again.

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