King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC 6)

He did fucking kill her.

He had to have.

Because if it wasn’t him, who the fuck was it?

8

King

“You think he was bullshitting you?” Nitro asked late that afternoon as we watched Kick and Nash trade jabs in the boxing ring we had set up out the back of the clubhouse.

I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I don’t fucking know, brother.”

This had been on my mind all afternoon, and I hadn’t come closer to figuring out where I stood on it. It was fucking convenient for him to throw that out as he took his last breath. I wouldn’t have put it past him trying to fuck with me from the grave. If I believed him, I had to entertain the thought we were still at risk while the killer remained free to attack again.

Fuck.

I was restless after killing Romano.

On edge.

I needed to work the high out of my body.

This shit churning through my brain didn’t fucking help.

Loud cheers from the boys watching the boxing interrupted our conversation. I looked over to see Nash grinning like a motherfucker with both arms raised.

Nitro sucked back some beer before commenting, “That asshole is good for the club.”

He was right. Nash was always welcome in my clubhouse. Mostly because he stepped the fuck up when we needed him, but also because he had a way of easing the tension running through the club.

Kick got up and returned Nash’s grin before smacking him across the head. “Rematch tomorrow, fucker. And put your fucking dick away.”

Nash’s smile only grew larger as he grabbed his crotch. “You wanna see it, brother?”

Nitro chuckled, which was fucking odd for him. But that was what Nash did.

I stood, needing to get out of here. “We’ll go over everything at church tomorrow.”

Nitro nodded before turning his attention back to the ring.

I headed inside to check on a few things before leaving. Fuck knew where I’d end up, but I couldn’t sit around doing nothing any longer.

Skylar met me as I walked the hallway to the office. “Oh good, I’ve been looking for you! Can you do me a favour?”

“What?” The question came out harder than I intended, but I was so fucking tense I couldn’t stop it.

She frowned. “Why are you so cranky? I just asked you a question.”

I worked to rein my shit in, but failed. “Fuck, Skye, just ask the fucking question.”

Her lips flattened. “Fine,” she snapped. “Can you drop some meals over to Lily’s? Annika and Kree cooked some up for her family, and I promised her I’d get them over to her today.”

I stilled, my shoulders rocklike. It wasn’t a good idea for me to see Lily in the state I was in. Not when I was wired for sex. Not when all I wanted to do was wrap my hands around her neck and fuck the hell out of her. When what I needed to do was fuck the dark shit out of my head.

“Get Devil to do it.”

The scowl she directed my way let me know what she thought of that. “Why are you being such an ass about this? Like, is it so hard for you to do something nice for her after everything she’s done for us?”