King's Wrath (Sydney Storm MC 5)

She was my one person

.

The one who, no matter what I did and what I fucked up, I knew would never walk away from me. Would never hurt me.

And now she was gone.

As I got on my bike, voices drifted in and out, faces flashed in front of me, and hands reached for me. I zoned the fuck out until Ivy’s eyes came into focus.

“King! Where are you going?”

I blinked.

Where the fuck did she think?

I was going to see my mother.

And then I was going to rain destruction down on those who took her from me.

9

King

Three Months Later

* * *

Lifting the glass of whisky that had been placed in front of me on the clubhouse bar, I threw it down my throat in one gulp. I ground my teeth together at the burn and jerked my chin at Sadie for another one.

She lifted her brows but did as I wanted. Sliding it across the bar, she said, “This is your last. Jethro will have my ass for this.”

“Why?” I demanded before draining half the glass.

“He told me last week to cut you back. Said he’s given you a three-month pass, but now he’s done. That it’s time for you to clean yourself up.” She nodded at the drink in my hand and added, “That’s more than half a bottle you’ve drunk tonight, so I’m not giving you any more.”

I emptied the glass and slammed it down before moving off the stool. “Fucking asshole,” I muttered. If I wanted to fucking drink ten bottles, I fucking would.

“King.” Jethro’s voice sounded behind me. “A word.”

Turning, I scowled at him. “I’m busy, Jethro. What do you want?”

Anger slid across his face. “My fucking office!” he barked.

Less than a minute later, I stood in front of him and demanded, “What the fuck with the drinking? You slapping limits on any other fucker around here or just on me?”

Jethro never tolerated this kind of outburst, and tonight was no different. “You’d do well not to test me, King. Not after all the shit I’ve had to deal with over the last few months while you’ve been drinking yourself almost to death. I’ve let it go because you’re dealing with your mother’s death, but that was three months ago. It’s time to get yourself straightened out.”

“What shit are we talking about, Jethro? I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. I’ve cleaned up a fuckload of messes for you and taken care of anyone you needed taking care of.”

“The problem is that you’ve taken care of them a little too well. Your bloodbath across Sydney is starting to bite the club in the ass. We’ve got too much heat on us. You need to tone that shit down, brother.”

“That bloodbath was at your request, brother.”

His mouth pulled into a flat line. “If I say to tone it down, tone it the fuck down.”

The tension between us crackled through the office. I’d had just enough to drink that I was willing to tell him to fuck off, but I hadn’t had enough that I forgot my respect for him, so I backed down and nodded.

His hard gaze didn’t ease. “We need to discuss Ivy.”