Page 75 of Bound by Wreckage
“Big Jim. He has a car like that. Only uses it when it’s raining. That means…”
“Fuck me. The fuckin’ Rangers.”
Anger flows up, the kind that pumps you up so damn much you want to burst everywhere. I roll off and out of bed, throwing my jeans on.
“Where are you going?” she asks, and I can hear the fear once again.
“You’re fine, Carsyn. Not pissed at you. But if this shit is true, then Buck took out one of my brother’s and that fucker will pay.”
I lean down, giving her a soft kiss. “Gottago. Stay here. I’ll lock the door on the way out. You sleep.”
“I’m sorry.”
I should stay and comfort her, but I don’t have fucking time. This shit needs to be handled and quick.
“Gotta go.” And I’m gone out the door and down the hallway.
**
“I’m drunk, and my pussy is in my room. Why the fuck am I up?” Ryker growls, coming into church. It’s going on daylight,and some of the guys haven’t been to sleep yet.
“Sit,” my father barks from the top of the table. Ryker gets his tone, stifles a yawn, and sits as Rhys comes in slamming the doors and standing with his hands over his chest. He’s pissed, and he needs this play.
He knows what I’m going to say, I can feel it through the anger pulsating off him; his eyes telling me I’m fucking in forit.
I do too.
Guilt is a horrid gonorrhea-laced bitch and right now, it’s taking everything I have to focus on what needs to be done to find my brother’s murder.
“Nox, talk,” my father barks. GT and Coop sit at either side of my father while the other brothers are all around. The room is large and smells of history.
Two seats are empty. One is Rhys’… the other is Dagger’s.Sharp pain pierces my heart. Fuck.
Buzz’s computer hums in the room, the silence deafening.
Sucking in a deep breath, I lay it out. “Talked to Carsyn, and she says the Bonneville could’ve belonged to Big Jim from the Rangers.”
“The prick she killed.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you fuckin’ tellin’ me that because you were a little bitch and wanted to sneak out your pussy, Daggeris dead?” Rhys roars, stepping forward with only the table separating us. His wrath is felt around the room, and I can’t blame him. If this shit is true, I let down my entire club.
“Could be,” I answer honestly, not backing down and letting the men in the room focus their anger on me.
“You little shit,” Rhys growls, jumping across the table. My head cocks just as Rhys’ fist comesonly inches away. Chairs fly to the floor in crashes along with the grunts from GT, Breaker, Deke and Cooper trying to hold Rhys back.
Fuck.
I swipe my hand over my face letting everything sink into me, crushing and slicing me.
“Stop!” my father barks to the entire room. It takes a bit, but Rhys gets himself under control, shrugging off the men around him. “We don’t have thefuckin’ facts yet. Until we do, stand down.”
I’ll take it. His anger. His pain. I feel it too. If this is on me, I deserve what he wants to dish out.
“Can’t promise that, Prez,” Rhys tells him.
“You can and you will,” my father orders.
