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I laugh. I’m right. She thinks I’m here to save her.
“Why are you laughing. Untie me. These bastards have been holding me hostage. Trying to get me to turn on you and the Sinners.”
“That’s your story?” Reaper asks.
She looks at him and then back to me. “It’s not a story. They kidnapped me because I’m your Old Lady.”
“Fucking crazy, I told you,” Reaper mumbles, “she really thinks she’s your Old Lady, brother.”
Crazy bitch.
“I heard from a little birdie before they croaked you gave information to Savage Order about Alana.”
She shakes her head profusely. “I didn’t! I swear, King! Whoever told you that is lying!”
“You’re the one lying, bitch,” Eros says. “I was there when you waltzed your ass in the clubhouse promising Crash, to help take the Sinners down.”
“He’s lying!” She struggles against her restraints which are nothing more than duct tape wrapped around her wrist and ankles tying her to the chair.
I pull out my gun from the waistband of my jeans. I know she’s lying and there’s no need to listen to her plead for mercy she’s not going to get from me. She almost got my family killed. And that’s a death sentence.
“Never turn on the Sinners.”
I pull the trigger and the bullet pierces her skull. Not only is that a lesson she needed to learn the hard way it’s also a lesson for the new leader of Savage Order. As long as you never turn on the Sinners, you’ll have an ally for life, but if you don’t keep your word, I have no mercy to give. And God himself will not save you from my wrath.
Eros pushes himself off the wall and walks over to us. “I’ll deal with the body.
I nod. “Call me when you’re ready to talk.”
“Will do,” Eros says.
Chapter Twenty-One
ALANA
I’mstandingbesideDylan,and Saint is standing beside Oya. We’re only a few feet behind their mother as Logan tries to comfort her the best he can. No one is here but us because according to Dylan his dad was an asshole, and nobody liked him let alone loved him enough to be at his funeral. While none of the sons want to be here either, they know their mother needs them.
I shift my weight as we watch his mother say her final goodbyes to his father and her husband. The last few weeks of my pregnancy have been brutal, but I feel it’s important for Dylan to be here at his father’s funeral. It took some convincing to even get him to come today but I’m glad he did. I don’t want him to regret his decision later.
Once Saint finally told the truth about why he spent seven years in prison for a crime his father committed, Dylan and Logan had a hard time not killing their father. Saint convinced them to just let it go. He’d done the time and now it was time to move on. Neither brother agreed and wanted to make their father suffer just like he had caused their little brother to suffer. But they decided to let Saint have some peace. However, they did cut off all contact with him even though he had been diagnosed with lung cancer.
It was sad to see the realization on their faces when Saint finally told his truth. The entire ordeal was heartbreaking, but I think it brought them closer. Dylan now understands his brother more. And that for me is an amazing thing to witness.
“Are you all right?” he whispers in my ear, rubbing my stomach.
It took me a while to decide to stay in Oakland instead of returning to Las Vegas. Not only had I made a life there, but Dylan’s life in Oakland was also something I had to come to terms with.
The Sinners are a one-percenter motorcycle club. Although they do give back to the community, they are criminals. I had to decide if it was possible to make a life with him if he remains a part of that lifestyle.
He gave me his side and pleaded his case to be a part of my life as well as our child’s. I understand he’s always going to be a Sinner and the child I carry wouldn’t change that, but he wanted to see his child grow up and he also wanted the chance to have a relationship with me.
“My feet are hurting, but I’m good.” I squeeze his hand. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m just ready to be done with all this bullshit. I’m sad for Ma because she loves him, but as for Da,” he shakes his head, “I’m glad he’s fucking dead, and may his corpse rot in hell.”
He turns his attention back to his father’s shiny black casket sitting graveside. His mother tosses a red rose on it, then Logan escorts her towards the side. He nor Saint move forward to say goodbye. I can’t say I blame them. I don’t even think their mother does.
We watch as they start to lower the casket slowly into the ground.
