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She releases another breath and I squeeze her hand. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t get there sooner. Everything happened so fast.”
“It’s not your fault. He’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Yes. I killed him.”
“And Emilio?”
I shrug. “He’s gone and your safe.”
Reaper had a conversation with Emilio a few hours ago to make sure the bounty has been lifted from both women. And he assured me once Alonzo was taken care of, we wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.
“I’m so tired.”
“Get some sleep. There’s no telling when the doctor will be in.”
She nods and I kiss her lips. Her eyes close and I take my seat back in the chair by her bedside, never letting go of her hand.
Chapter Twenty-One
King
It’s been exactly three months since Matteo Messina shot Alana and I killed him. After a long two week stay in the hospital, I was so happy when she got released. Within this month we’ve been able to deal with Congressman Williams with the help of Emilio Messina, the new Don of the Bianchi Syndicate. With Matteo dead and Alonzo in custody the bounties have been lifted and the girls are safe.
Now we have to deal with the last issue that I haven’t been able to take care of while Alana was hurt. She’s on the mend now. Getting back to normal has been slow but we’re making progress.
“Eros.”
I stick out my hand and he grasps it.
“King. I’m sorry to hear about your Old Lady. How’s she doing?”
“Things are going good. She’s on the mend.”
“That’s good to hear. Well, let’s get down to business. Shall we?”
“After you.”
Reaper is the only person I allowed to come with me to meet Eros. Of course, some of the brothers are upset with the decision, since this involves club business, but I don’t want to put any more people in danger than need be. I don’t trust Eros, but I know he wants to be Prez of Savage Order and wants to ally with the Sinners, so I don’t believe this is a trap. But just in case it is, everyone has their orders just in case we don’t make it back.
We descend the steps to the lower level of a building in West Oakland. When we reach the bottom, the room is large, mostly empty, only containing a few boxes. Sitting in the center is Janie, tied to a chair.
She looks the same. Only her hair is much longer than it was when she was at the clubhouse.
“Crash?” I ask.
Eros looks over his shoulder. “Taken care of. I’m Prez now and this is my first peace offering to the Sinners.”
He continues to walk, and we follow until we’re only feet from her.
“She’s all yours,” Eros says then heads to a nearby wall and props up against it.
I focus on the bitch in front of me. She has tears in her eyes and duct tape over her mouth. She probably thinks I’m here to save her when I’m here for the exact opposite.
She will not be alive when we leave here.
I snatch the duct tape from her mouth, and she screams, tears mixing with makeup streaking her pale skin.
“King, baby.” She sounds so relieved and all I want to do is shove my gun down her throat and pull the trigger. “Thank God you’re here.”
