That was what I focused on. That was what was going to keep me alive until they came.
“Huntsman is my father, but I have family somewhere else.”
His body froze, his eyes narrowing on me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
My smirk grew into a full-blown smile. “The Brothers by Blood MC.”
He recognized the name, I saw it in the way his lips pinched together.
There was a sharp sting in my neck, and I screamed, fighting the way the liquid attacked my body like acid moving through my veins.
I felt weak, and I couldn’t breathe properly, but I managed to keep my eyes open for a few extra seconds. Just long enough to see that shock and surprise on his face, and what could have been fear sparkle momentarily in his eyes.
I never thought I could feel happiness at the thought of a person’s death.
But as it turns out, some people were stupid enough to screw with my family.
And for those people... I prayed it hurt.