Page 107 of Vicious Cycle
“You must be under some PTSD delusions of grandeur.”
“For your information, Archer thought my plan was good. In his words, he would never see me coming.”
Deacon threw up in his hands. “He’s a fucking prospect. What does he know?”
“I had Rev and Bishop teach me how to use a knife.”
A mirthless laugh rumbled through Deacon’s chest. “And you think one lesson is enough to take down a notorious gang leader whose survived prison?”
“Revenge and rage can make up for a hell of a lot,” I countered.
He cocked his brows. “That’s a lot of emotions for someone who didn’t want to be a part of my world just a half an hour ago.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him the truth. That it wasn’t just revenge for his alleged death. It was for my parents.
But I held back.
Jerking my chin up, I said, “It wasn’t just for you. It was for Willow and Liz and your brothers and Kim.”
“While that’s admirable, there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you have a part in my retribution on Sigel.”
“Considering I’m the one with the cut and I’m the one he’s going to contact, I don’t think I have much choice.”
“Alexandra,” Deacon growled.
Realizing for the first time in forever that I was naked, I bent over and snatched my robe up off the floor. After draping it over my front, I jabbed my finger at him. “You either do this with me, or I’ll do it alone.”
Deacon loomed over me. “You’re crazier than I thought if you think I”m going to put you in danger.”
“Dammit, Alex!” Deacon snarled.
Instead of cowering back, I just patted his arm. “Archer thought my idea of hiding the knife in the cut was genius. Then when Sigel was distracted at the sight of it, I could snatch it out and go for the jugular.”
“And what happens if Sigel’s men take the cut from you the moment you meet up with him? What if Sigel’s not even at the meet up?” Deacon challenged.
Fuck. I hadn’t thought of that. “Then I guess you’ll have to come up with a better plan for us.”
“Here’s how I see it going down. I’m going to take your phone and lock you in a room at the roadhouse.”
“Liz or Kim or one of the other women would let me out.”
“Not if they had orders from Rev not too.”
“Do you honestly think your brother is going to allow you to keep me locked up?”
Deacon swept his hands to his hips. “Does he know you stole Andy’s cut?”
“Not exactly,” I replied, my bravado fading.
CHAPTER THIRTY: DEACON
You know the old cliché that says that your life flashes before your eyes before you die? Well, in the last three days, I’d stared down the sins of my past twice.
Once when I was knocked onto the forest floor from the impact of the blast that took out Case.
Then the other when I was chained to a bed and forced to watch the woman I’d come to love more than life itself walk out of the room to an uncertain fate.
I don’t know how long I screamed behind that gag. I never fully grasped what a helpless feeling it is not to be heard. As Itried pushing myself up on the bed, the metal of the cuffs sliced into my wrists, sending blood trickling down my arms. Over and over again, I jerked my arms, hoping the rails would break, but the damn things might as well have been reinforced steel.
