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“Yeah, boss. I understand.”
“Sypher, I’m ordering you to leave this alone. Stay the fuck out of it.”
Sypher slowly nodded.
“King, I can’t order your tech guy, but I’m asking from one president to another to please keep him away from this until I arrive. I will explain everything myself when I get there.”
“Nav, shut your computer down,” King clearly said, and the brother did as he was told.
This was bad.
Like really bad.
I had barely scratched the surface of what I needed to tell Reaper.
Reaper’s words were like a punch to the gut. I knew I’d fucked up, but hearing it laid out like that made my blood runcold. I was in deep shit, and my brothers were about to pay the price for my mistakes.
I couldn’t let that happen. “Boss, I can explain,” I started, but Reaper held up his hand, silencing me.
“Not another word, Massacre. You’ve said enough to land us all in an early grave. King, lock him down and keep an eye on him. I’ll deal with him when I get there.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but King cut me off. “Don’t make this harder than it already is, brother. You know the rules. Reaper’s word is law.”
I knew he was right, but that didn’t make it any easier. As the screen went black, I looked around the room at all the faces staring back at me and, for the first time in a long time, I felt like an outsider again.
“Everyone get ready. We’ve got company coming,” King barked, getting to his feet.
Rising, I headed for the door when King stopped me, his eyes boring into mine. “You know the rules, brother. You step out of line, and I won’t hesitate to put you back in your place.”
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.
“And until Reaper gets here, I want you to stay the fuck away from Amber,” King added, then held up his hand and continued before I could object. “Her world has been turned upside down, Massacre. Not gonna let you pile on whatever crap you’re hiding, too.”
I nodded as my jaw clenched. I knew King was right, but that didn’t make the situation any easier. As the reality of my predicament sank in, a weight settled on my shoulders. I felt the eyes of the brothers on me, some curious, others disapproving. I knew I had let them down, and the weight of their judgment was almost as heavy as Reaper’s.
As the clubhouse buzzed with activity, I retreated to a quiet corner, my mind racing. I knew I had to come clean to Reaper,but there was still so much I hadn’t told him. Yuri Nikitin was just the tip of the iceberg, and I feared the consequences of revealing the full extent of my involvement with the Bratva. I paced, my hands clenching and unclenching, as I tried to gather my thoughts. I knew that once I started down this path, there was no turning back.
The hours ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. I couldn’t shake the feeling that my world was about to come crashing down around me. I thought of Amber and the weight of her newly discovered heritage. I wanted to reach out to her, to offer some comfort or explanation, but I knew King was right. She needed space, and I had to respect that. So, I waited, my anxiety building, for Reaper to arrive and deliver whatever judgment was coming.
Chapter Fourteen
Amber
As the hours turned into days, my physical wounds faded, but the emotional scars remained. I longed for the company of the brothers, but their absence was a constant reminder of my isolation. I understood their absence was because of orders, but it didn’t make the loneliness any easier to bear. The women’s visits were a welcome distraction, but it was Bane who provided the comfort I needed. He was a constant presence, always ready to listen without judgment. Our conversations flowed easily, and I found myself opening up to him about my past. Speaking with him felt natural, and I didn’t feel the need to pretend or put on a brave face.
He accepted me, flaws and all, and in those moments, I felt a sense of peace.
My mother, on the other hand, remained a distant figure. I harbored resentment towards her for the choices she made, for abandoning me in Louisiana. I couldn’t bring myself to forgive her, and as far as I was concerned, our relationship felt irreparable. Her bossy nature only added to the distance between us. It was Bane who helped me navigate my complex emotions, offering a shoulder to lean on and a friend to confide in.
Still, the loneliness pressed in, thick as the silence that filled my new room. The days blurred together, marked only by the soft footsteps of the women who came with food or gentle words, as the absence of laughter echoed down the halls. I watched thesun crawl across the walls, each golden ray a reminder that life continued outside my door, indifferent to my exile.
Haizley tried to keep my spirits up with stories—some funny, others sad—but I could see the worry in her eyes each time the topic drifted too close to the men or to Massacre. Night after night, sleep eluded me, my mind circling the same questions: what did the patch truly mean, and what would happen when Massacre finally returned? Sometimes, I pressed my ear to the door, hoping to catch a hint of familiar voices, but the only sound was the distant thrum of engines and the inaudible murmurs of secrets I wasn’t meant to hear.
As time passed, my conversations with Bane delved deeper, exploring the complexities of my past and the emotions I carried. He helped me make sense of the chaos, providing a sense of peace and acceptance I had never known before. Yet, the loneliness remained, a constant companion in my exile. I felt trapped, my world shrinking to the confines of my room, where the sun’s rays mocked my captivity with their freedom.
The days turned into an endless cycle, each one a mirror of the last. I found myself longing for something, anything, to break the monotony. Little did I know, change was on the horizon, and with it, a storm that would change the course of my life once more.
“I’m going crazy, Haizley!” I shouted. “I want out of this damn room. Being confined to the clubhouse all those months was one thing, but not leaving this room is torture. I want to see the girls. I want to leave this clubhouse. I want to visit with Trudy and have Simon cut my hair. I want to play with Charlie and spend time with my brother and niece.”
