Page 56 of Unmasked Anarchy
Wolfe rubs his jaw, eyes locking with mine.“Sorry.Had to do what we had to do.”
Empty words.
Kael was the one who pushed for this, who let them vote me into this room for days without a second thought.The betrayal cuts deep, a sharp, unrelenting pain that echoes through every part of me.He never asked for my side, never gave me a chance to explain, to defend myself against whatever accusations were thrown my way.It’s as if I’m invisible, my voice silenced before it even had a chance to be heard.
He just watched, his silence a deafening roar that drowns out everything else.Hell, he couldn’t even make fucking eye contact with me when they called me into that room and ordered me to be hauled away.The memory of his averted gaze haunts me, a constant reminder of the trust shattered between us.I feel abandoned, cast aside by the one person I thought might understand, might stand by me when the world turned its back.
I flick my gaze to him, staring him down, sharpening my expression so he can see the hurt in my eyes.He steps forward, knees grazing the mattress, and cups my jaw.His thumb is warm against my cheek.“It wasn’t personal.”
It was the most personal thing I’ve ever felt.
I surge up, close the distance before he can brace himself.His hands catch my elbows, steadying me, his hands so gentle.Fuck, I thought he was it.I truly believed he came into my life to change it for the better.For a second, as I look up at him, I wonder if I can forgive him.
But I just can’t.
I have mere seconds.My hands slip behind his back, and my fingers curl around his gun.In one fluid motion, I yank it free, push back and press it into his chest.The steel is ice on my skin.Silence crashes over us.Kael’s face goes blank.He puts his hands up, letting me know he’s not going to make a move.Wolfe shifts forward, and I shake my head at him, finger trembling on the trigger.“Don’t,” I hiss.
Kael straightens his shoulders, and his voice comes out low.“I know I fucked up.I’m sorry.”
I laugh, raw and ragged.“Bullshit.You could’ve just talked to me.You couldn’t even look me in the eye.You didn’t fight for me, didn’t lift a finger.Because it’s always about the fucking club.”
For a heartbeat, I see the man I thought he was, flickering behind his scarily calm demeanor.It rips me open.He swallows.“I’m sorry.”
“Not enough,” I whisper.“I trusted you.I gave up everything because I thought you were one of the good ones.”
His jaw ticks and I can see the pain behind all the ink and leather.He regrets it, I know he does, but it’s too late for that.
Wolfe steps forward, hands up.“The only thing that matters is keeping Gage from killing you.You’re not safe out there, Sable.”
My gun never falters.I laugh bitterly, voice hollow.“Who says I’m safer in here?Gage might be a cold-hearted monster, but at least he is honest about who he is.He doesn’t keep shit from me, he puts his evil right in my face which is more than I can say about either of you.”
Kael’s mouth opens, but I cut him off.“No, I don’t want to hear what you have to say.I’m going to find my husband, and find out what the fuck it is he wants.”
Kael’s face twists, and I know I’ve hit him where it hurts.Good, maybe he can understand just how much his actions hurt me.
“Do not go there,” he growls, low.
“You don’t get a say so in what I do.”
“Sable,” his voice is soft, almost desperate and it hurts, but I can’t stop now.
I need to finish this, with Gage, with the club, with everything.
“Stand over there,” I order, voice unwavering.“You know if you don’t, one shot will be the end of you.”
Kael steps back, his face twisted with an unreadable pain.
Wolfe moves too, and the two of them stand over by the wall.
I keep the gun pointed on them as I back up to the door, then I’m out of there.I turn and run, charging down the halls, pointing the gun at anyone who gets in my way.Nobody tries to stop me.
The moment I step outside, the tears burst forth and roll down my cheeks, but I don’t stop.
I run out the front gates and onto the road.
I’m going to finish this, so that maybe, just maybe, I will get my chance at freedom.
The man I thought was going to deliver it to me, turned out to be capable of breaking my heart even more than my own husband.
