Page 3 of Choices

Callan’s firm gaze stills on me. “She could have easily been Kitty.”

Unsheathing my Raven blade strapped at my ankle—a gift from Callan when I got patched in—I let Jack take in the six-inch steel blade that’s about to be inside him.It will never be Kitty.“Not while we’re breathing, brother.” Lurching forward, I aim for Jacks lungs with two sharp stabs, the knife piercing throughthe fabric of Jack’s shirt and into him like butter, sinking deep. His jaw drops, his pasty face frozen in horror.

Monster takes the Karambit blade and slashes across Jack’s wrists. The scarlet liquid leaks in a slow patter to the ground. “She was someone, and that’s all that fucking matters,” he jeers.

Coughing, Jack attempts to speak, but only ends up staining his lips with red, a gurgled groan rattling his chest.

He’ll bleed out while struggling for breath, slowly drowning and choking on his own blood as it fills his lungs. That will give Ray’s niece justice.

Callan smacks my arm to get my attention and gestures to the door. I look to Monster, who stands, glaring down at Jack. “I’m staying with him,” he states firmly.

Fair enough.

I follow Callan into the passageway as he rolls his head over his shoulders, adrenaline still potent in both our veins. “I’ll send Monster to deal with Steve later. First, I’m going to drive over to Ray’s and let him know it’s been dealt with.”

“You want company?”

“No. Go get a drink and check in on Kit. She’s a pain in my ass but that video rattled me. You know how she gets when she parties. That could have been her. I don’t like the thought of anyone touching herwithconsent.” His teeth grind, and he looks back toward the door. I know he wants to take a piece of Jack apart, but he doesn’t have to. The prick will die in agony.

“It wasn’t her,” I remind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I know you were thinking that shit too. You’ve always been a big brother to her.” He’s practically vibrating.

“It wasn’t her.” I repeat, rubbing at the knot in my chest.

“I know.”

“Maybe you need to check on her yourself.” I raise a brow.

Tension begins to leak out of his shoulders as he walks toward the exit with me on his heel. “She’ll probably just tell me to fuck off and kick me in the balls.”

Sounds about right.

“She’s always preferred you assholes to me.” He slows his pace until I’m walking beside him. “Do you remember when she was sixteen and Sniper was a prospect? She got him to take her to watch some weird movie.” He frowns, shaking his head.

Laughter bubbles up my chest as I remember that very well. “When Pres quizzed him, he called it a date and nearly got his dick shot off,” I scoff. “Yeah, we all remember that warning.” I push out the exit and head toward our parked bikes.

“She wouldn’t speak to our old man for a week after that.” Humor lights his eyes.

“Turned out to be a good brother.” I chuckle. “Pres put the fear of God in him.”

“That’s the problem—he’s a brother.” Callan shakes his head. “It will be over my dead body that she shacks up with one of us bastards.”

Throwing his leg over his bike, he pulls on his helmet, and the bike bursts to life, rattling the air like thunder. I slap his back and step away, watching until his rear light is nothing more than a dot in the dark, silent night. Turning my attention to the soft bass and glow of lights coming from the clubhouse, the headache from before returns, pounding away at my skull.

“You’ve always been a big brother to her.”

Callan’s wrong. I’ve never seen her as a sister. She’s the fucking bane of my existence.

I hate her.

Leaving my bike, I jog over to one of the entrances, punch in the code, and slip inside. I make my way through the familiar halls, passing the bar that beckons with the promise of sin and debauchery. The hum of chatter and laughter over the crooningrock music brings a smile to my lips. We may be bastards and not good enough for Kitty, but we’re a family, a brotherhood, and I don’t know where I’d be without them.

Heading straight for my room, I bypass Green getting his knob polished by a club slut and slip inside, clicking the lock into place.

I sense her in the room but still inhale sharply when I turn around and see her lying on my bed.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” She bites her lip, and all my willpower fucks off as every drop of blood races to my cock.

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