Page 32 of Point of Infinity
“Well, since I have an issue with honesty, how do you know if I’m telling th?—”
Reid’s hand shot up and wrapped around my neck. He pushed me back into the wall.
“This isn’t a game, Kenzie,” he yelled. “You could have gotten yourself killed coming here. Now I’m going to ask you one more time. What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Dude, what’s up?” Patrick was by Reid’s side but hadn’t pulled him off me. I guess I knew where his loyalties lay. Blood wasn’t thicker than water.
“Let her talk.” He shrugged. “Then we can get rid of her.”
My eyes grew wide, and my heart sank.
“Don’t worry, little sis.” Patrick walked over to the desk and sat in the chair behind it. “We’re not going to kill you. Right?”
Reid loosened his grip on my throat and grabbed my arm. He sat me in the chair opposite the desk, then rounded it to lean against the credenza behind Patrick.
“Okay, explain yourself.” The anger in Reid’s tone made me shiver. “What are you doing here?”
I looked back and forth between the two of them. Not sure if I could trust either of them, but if they were talking about what I thought they were talking about, then my revelation wouldn’t be too much of a shock. I hoped.
“I came here to kill my father.”
CHAPTER 11
REID (RATCHET)
“Why?” Patrick asked.
“What do you mean, why?” She huffed and stood up.
“Sit down.” I pointed.
She glared at me but slowly lowered herself back into the chair.
“He killed my mother,” she screeched. The pain in her voice hit me in the chest. “He sent those guys to my house to rape and murder my mother.”
“How did you know?” I asked. It wasn’t clear who all was at Mackenzie’s house that night, except for the guys left to wait for her.
“Because I heard them say so.” Her eyes teared up. “She screamed his name to stop until she could no longer scream anymore.” She wiped at her tears but held it together. The rage was so raw but controlled. That took practice. I admired the hell out of her. Part of me wanted to hold her and make all the bad stuff go away. Part of me wanted to grab her and throw her in the trunk of a car and drive her as far away from here as possible.
“Why now?” Patrick leaned forward. “What will it accomplish? You try to kill Sonny and most likely get yourself killed in the process.”
“I don’t care about myself.”
“Well, you should.” Patrick got up and paced the floor.
Kenzie narrowed her eyes and shook her head.
Patrick fidgeted and rubbed his chest.
He wasn’t oblivious to the situation. There were a thousand and one reasons to take Sonny down. Nothing more justified than a daughter avenging her mother’s death. Or maybe he asked because he needed a better reason. A more personal reason. Yeah, we were brothers, but on paper, the golden boy Patrick had a charmed life. A devoted father, who sat next to his wife’s deathbed for months as she battled cancer. He never wanted for anything in his life. Lived in a nice house. Sonny attended the grief counseling and the parent-teacher conferences, and although he tried to make his son kill a homeless man who disrespected the club—again, not a family member. It wasn’t personal for Patrick. Not like it was for Mackenzie or for me. Righting the club’s wrongs was a noble endeavor, but revenge made it easier to live with after the fact. Maybe sharing in his sister’s rage was what he needed to pull the trigger.
“What’s the deal here?” Kenzie stood in front of him. “Isn’t that what you were planning to do?”
“This isn’t just about some revenge scheme against Sonny.” Patrick stood in the middle of the room. His mind was racing. “It’s bigger than that.”
“Then what is it about?” she asked.
Patrick crossed his arms over his chest. She stood and mimicked his stance. They stared each other down. He stood about a foot taller than her, but I could see it. They shared features. Same nose, same jawline.
