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That confirms my suspicions without a fucking doubt that it was not just them. They had help, and the way the club shit has been going down lately, I wonder if it was a clubwhore. I hope it’s not, because I thought we had a good group of girls here recently. None of them has started anything in a long-ass time.
“Funny,” Bullet says. “Initially, I thought the same thing.”
My focus shifts from the fucks hanging on hooks to Bullet. Who the fuck betrayed us? My body begins to buzz with adrenaline. It courses through my blood, and if I had any kind of superpower, it would probably shoot that shit out of my fingertips right now like bolts of goddamn lightning. I am on edge and ready to go.
Ready to kick ass and take names.
So fucking ready.
“Razor,” Bullet calls out. “Why would you be in on these threads?”
That adrenaline completely vanishes, and in its place is something else. Not just shock but pain. Hurt. Betrayal. I don’t even know how to describe the feelings that instantly fill me at the thought of our brand-new vice president doing what he’s just done.
All eyes turn to Razor. And he stands with his spine straight and his shoulders squared. Fuck. He did this shit. He conspired against the club.
“I never wanted to go against my brothers, but I didn’t agree with any of this shit, either. I didn’t want to give up our main source of income. It sounds fine and dandy, running with these trucks, but that’s not what I fucking want.”
“All you had to do was talk to me about it,” Bullet states.
Razor snorts. Clearly, he didn’t think that was an option. I can’t even fathom beginning to think about what it would take for me to not only turn my back on my brothers but also betray them the way he did.
“They could have and were going to kill us,” I murmur. “You send them there knowing they were going to kill the men who you took an oath to protect with your life.”
Razor shrugs a shoulder. My instant reaction is to shoot him about six times and call it a day. But that’s not what’s going tohappen, and he knows it, too. There is another hook lowered. We have five, and we’ve never used more than three. They were put in by the OGs back in the day. They used them much more often than we ever have, but today, that changes.
“Are you ready?” Bullet asks as Lightning and Viking strip Razor completely naked, dick out and everything.
My lips twitch into a smirk, but it’s Piggy who speaks. “I’m more than fucking ready,” he grinds out.
“Get your knives out, boys,” Bullet calls out.
We do just that. Each one of us will have the opportunity to stick this fucker. He knows what’s coming. He’s been part of these before, although not very often. Very far and few between does a member of our club, of the original chapter, fuck the club over this way.
Razor has done that. Our own newly appointed VP. Fuck him. Fuck him straight to hell, which incidentally is likely where we’ll be sending him. Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it for a moment, letting it out slowly as I wait for my turn. Razor, to his credit, doesn’t make a sound as men take their turns stabbing his body.
When we’re finished and he’s no longer breathing, blood pouring from his body onto the concrete floor, we turn our attention toward the prospects. We don’t take turns sticking them. That is saved for members only.
They are different.
But they will still die. It just won’t be as… dignified, if that’s what you want to call it. Bullet takes a step backward from Razor’s body. He was the first to stab him, and also the last, as per our rules. He slowly turns around to face us, his eyes lifting to meet all of us watching him.
He lifts his head slightly, looking down his nose at all of us. “Do what you will with those two fuckin’ losers. I’m going home. Church at ten.”
And that is that. He walks past us, and as much as I want to do the same, I don’t. I stay until they are gone, too. Their deaths don’t have as much flair as the others. I still watch, content to just observe. When it’s done, the sick part of the whole thing is that we make the other prospects clean up the bodies.
All the bodies except for Razor’s. He’s ours to dispose of after we piss on him first. He’ll go into a hole. He’ll be pissed on, and then he’ll be set on fire. A fire that will be fueled by the trash inside the clubhouse. Because this motherfucker is nothing but trash.
Although I won’t be staying for the burning. I have my woman to go in search of. Leaving the men to their fire and, no doubt, drinking, I walk away from the warehouse and head toward the bar. I’m covered in blood, so instead of going straight to my woman, I head to the shower.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ZADIE
My knee bouncesas I sit on the edge of the bed. Waiting. The door swings open, what feels like hours later. I look over at the doorway. He’s there. Standing in front of me, his gaze searching mine for a moment.
He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak.
Silently, I will him to move forward, but he doesn’t. He stays in the doorway, his gaze pointed at me. He’s wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, his bare chest on display, and I can’t help but stare at him, willing him even harder to come to me.
