King's Wrath (Sydney Storm MC 5)

slashed his last breath out of him.

For the club.

For me.

For the fucking code of loyalty he’d shat all over.

When I was done, I stared down at his lifeless form and started calculating the next step for the club. He’d screwed us over, but we weren’t down for the count yet. Not even fucking close. We were just getting started.

I took a shower, dressed in clean clothes and headed out to my bike after calling Kick to let him know Tate’s body needed to be disposed of. It was nearly 10:00 p.m. and I was wired. I needed to take the edge off, and the best way to do that was to fuck it out of my system.

I had two options.

Find a club whore to take care of that or finally get my fill of the pussy I couldn’t get out of my mind, to hell with the consequences.

33

Lily

* * *

“So you’re going fishing with him again?” I asked Brynn as I wandered through my house cleaning up, the phone wedged between my ear and my shoulder.

“Yes. You know what’s weird? I kinda like it with him.”

“Ah, that’s because he’s hot. I don’t think it has much to do with the fish.” I picked up the last sock on Robbie’s bedroom floor and straightened. “Are you sleeping with him yet?”

“Lil, he’s a prostitute. I don’t sleep with men that bang a hundred women a week.”

“A hundred? You have to be kidding.” I had no idea, though. Maybe she wasn’t. God, I was so naïve when it came to some things. Marrying your childhood sweetheart, having three kids and a busy job would do that to you. I just didn’t have the time or the energy to learn all the ways people had sex or how many people a prostitute slept with in a week. I really needed to change this.

Brynn laughed. “I was exaggerating. Anyway look, I have to hang up and do some shit before I go to sleep, but can I drop by in the morning and grab your picnic set?”

“Sure.” I made a mental note to buy her one for Christmas. My sister was the least domesticated woman I knew. It wouldn’t occur to her to buy one.

“I love you.”

I traipsed into the laundry to put a load on before I went to bed. “You better.”

“Hey, why does Linc have the kids tonight? I thought he was only having them every second Wednesday night?”

“I have no clue. It’s like he’s decided all of a sudden to try to be the best dad in the world. And he’s being super nice to me, too. I’m actually a little worried about where he’s gonna take this.”

“You think he wants to get back together?”

“Maybe. I hope not, though, because I do not need the headache of saying no to him.”

“Oh, God.”

Oh God was right. Linc didn’t seem to understand the meaning of no. When he wanted something, he just kept pushing until he got it.

Our conversation was interrupted when someone banged loudly on my front door. I almost jumped out of my skin at the noise.

“Shit, Brynn, I gotta go. Someone’s knocking on my door.”

“Who the hell would…. Oh, you think it’s the hot biker?”

Yes, I did, and if it was, he’d be getting a stern talking to. “Yes. I’ll see you in the morning.”