Page 28 of Hateful Union

“We didn't,” he says through a laugh. “But I’d sure as hell like to buy whoever did a drink.”

Oh, this one has jokes. The funny fuck. It’s time to enlighten the bastard. “The only people who have it out for me is you, and you're stupid arse family.”

His eyes narrow, he doesn't like that. “We’re arseholes? We're not the ones starting a war with you for no reason.”

I take a deep breath. Trying to reign in my temper. No reason? Is he fucking real. “You sell women against their will. You pimp them out against their will. You rape them. That makes it my motherfucking business. No man ever takes from a woman, anything that isn't given to them freely by that woman,” I seethe, pissed that I even have to explain this shit.

His cheeks flush telling me that I've hit the nail on the head. “Yeah dickhead, you are also a part of it, you are definitely your father’s son. So I'll ask again. Why did you shoot up my club?”

He glares at me, “I already told you, we didn't do it.” His nostrils flare. “Yesterday was Mayer’s funeral. We spent the night looking for our sister. Because some dickhead killed him. And she's hurting. We wanted to make sure she was okay.”

Now, why the fuck does that make my chest ache? I already knew she cared for Mayer, but hearing it from him—the emotion in his voice. It hits me in the gut. I'm missing something. The whole dynamic between Mayer and Raylee is weird.

“Why would someone like your sister who's, as far as I can tell, pure from your life. Why would she be messed up with someone like him?”

He shakes his head, “That's not my story to tell.”

Fuck. “So there is a story to tell?”

He just continues to glare at me. “Told you not my story to tell. You want to know, ask Raylee.” He fucking laughs, “I doubt you’ll get very far. She hates your guts just as much as we do.” He begins and I clench my jaw. “I mean, you were there, weren't you?” he taunts. “The night that Mayer died.” He slowly grins. “Yeah, we got the security footage. We know you held her back. She’ll never forgive you for that. We’ll never forgive you for that.”

Well fuck me running. I had no idea they knew, but I don't really give a fuck either. I doubt Raylee knows, she would have said something. I did what I had to in order to save Raylee, and I'll do it again in a heartbeat. Mayer got what was coming to him whether he meant so much to her or not. He deserved what he got.

“Stay the fuck away from my sister,” he growls.

I smile, “Sure, whatever you say.”

He snarls at me. “We didn’t shoot your club. When we come for you, it’ll be only you. We won’t hide behind our cars, or other people. We’ll walk up to you and shoot you. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you have more than us that hate you.”

This is getting me nowhere. This arsehole isn’t giving me any information.

I nod to my men, it’s time to get this bastard out of here. “I’ll be seeing you soon, Francis.” I warn him and the fucker’s eyes widen. Yeah, the bastard is scared. Good.

“You believe him?” Christian asks me as we drive away from the hangar. “He looked as though he was going to piss himself at any moment.”

“I do, the fucker has no idea about anything. But if what he says is true and the Silvers were looking for Raylee last night, then it wasn’t the Silvers that shot my club. So who the fuck was it?”

Christian’s lips purse. “Have you thought that maybe the shooting wasn’t meant for you?”

I whip my head to the side and stare at him. “Who do you think they were aiming for?”

His hands tighten on the steering wheel. His knuckles white from his grip. “It’s either a hell of a coincidence or perfect timing. The shots are fired into the club and then not even ten minutes later, a gunman shoots at Raylee?”

My gut churns, fuck. It makes sense. Shoot into the club and cause mass hysteria, driving everyone from the club outside. Including Raylee. As soon as she stepped foot outside the motorcycle was moving towards her.

“Which means that whoever wants her dead, isn’t going to give up.” Christian voices my concern. He reaches for his cell phone and calls Isaiah. One of the men that is currently with Francis. He regales what we think happened at the club and tells him to relay it to Francis. We all know that the Silvers are an extremely close knit family and they’ll do all they can to protect Raylee.

“She’ll be fine,” he assures me once he’s off the phone.

“I know,” I reply, not believing the words I’m saying. Someone wants to kill her, and they’ve already made an attempt. Two if you count the night that Mayer died.

“There’s nothing you can do, Mal, you’re leaving for New York tonight.”

I clench my jaw. Why does the thought of leaving piss me off? I shouldn’t care that I won’t be with her. She’s not mine and yet every fucking thing in me rebels against that statement.

What the fuck has she done to me?

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