“She was new, one of Trin’s girls, no loss for me.” He flips out his phone and texts someone, probably to come get the body. “You and Thrash good?” he asks, watching me.
I shrug. “It is what it is. I wouldn’t turn down pussy, taken or not, so he didn’t do something I wouldn’t have done.” I just wish it hadn’t been with my pussy. All I saw when she was blowing the fucker was red, I ended up leaving the room with the bitch that’s dead on the floor before I did something the club would end me for.
Hush nods. “Good, need your head on straight. He’s one of the brothers going with you to get Trinity back, and he’s going to help out with starting up the club with you and Trin. He’s good with vetting people.”
Great. The fucker that touched my woman is coming. Will I have to see them fucking too? Trinity is pissed at me right now, might want me dead, but I’m gonna make her fucking listen to me, after I spank the shit outta her for running off last night. Crazy bitch. Why she gotta be so damn impulsive for?
Now I gotta gear up and ride out to go kill my former club for fuckin’ with my bitch. She may think she don’t want me, but I know she loves me and is lashing out because she’s hurt. No one ever taught her how to love and process her emotions. I get that. My dad was shit, but my mom she loved me. I know what that shit feels like and Trinity has never had that and what’d I go and do? The first chance I got to get my own club I fuckin’ threw her under the bus to take it. But what she failed to realize is I was doing that shit for her. Didn’t want to see her lose all that she built to some other bastard who’d give her hell. I was ready to fucking hand it over to her and step aside if that’s what she wanted. I was hoping she’d want to run it with me. Us as fucking equals.
I feel like a damn pussy, but since meeting Trin she’s made me realize it’s okay to care sometimes.
I’m going to make her ass raw and bleeding for it but I fucking care about the crazy cunt.
I grab what I want from the armory room and Thrash and the boys riding out with us do the same. Ain’t no-fucking-body gonna stop me from getting to Trinity.
Chapter 24
Trin
The moment Killer stormed off with his whore, I knocked Thrash out and the girls snuck me out the back of the clubhouse. I’ve been walking down this stupid backroad trying to remember where it meets the highway.
Fucking Killer made me fall for him and he betrayed me. One day I’ll pay him back for that shit but not today. I had to get out of there before I killed them all. It’s close to dawn and I was hoping to be long gone by now. I will be once I get to the main road. They think they can fuck with me. I kick at a pebble. Well they can fucking kick rocks and eat dirt. Let’s see them try to run my shit without me.
Finally I hear the sound of cars and break through the trees to the main road.
Hitchhiking is illegal but I know some poor bastard will stop for me. I’m wearing this little white sundress one of the girls gave me and my black leather riding boots. My bag is slung across my back and my hair is whipping around my face as the cars and trucks blow past me.
I hear the rumble of a group of motorcycles and my blood runs cold. I’m on the open road and there is nowhere to go. If Killer tries to touch me, I swear to fuck I will cut off his fingers and gouge his damn eyes out.
I breathe an air of relief when they roar on past me until I catch the eye of one man rolling slowly past me and look at the paint job on his motorcycle seeing the blazing head of a demon.
Fucking fuck. I knew I should have kept my damn gun on me. It’s hidden in my bag, but I do have my knife in my boot. The bastard signals the men and they all start circling me. I toss my bag aside and crouch, reaching for my knife.
Big Pete stops his motorcycle in front of me and holds out a hand. “Come easy, Trin. Nobody needs to die today.”
The fuck they don’t. I pull my knife and throw it. It hits he bastard who recognized me in the throat. He doesn’t even realize the blade is dug in for a couple seconds. I blow him a kiss as his hands go to his neck. Swiping my bag, I accept the fat fuck’s hand.
“Always have to be a hard ass, don’t you, girl?”
I shrug and climb on his bike behind him.
“Let’s get this shit over with. Take me to see Flame.”
“He’s already waiting for you. After that call you made yesterday, he sent us out to storm the Jack Devils clubhouse to bring you home.”
“Home.” I snort. “I have no home.” My heart betrays my mind though and Killer comes to the front of my thoughts. I thought I was home when I was with him. But it was all a lie. Another trick to get what he wanted from me. Money and power do shit to men. I thought he was different but he’s no better than the rest.
We pull up to an abandoned building, well looks like it to me, but the second we get inside it’s full of people milling around. Bagging drugs in one area, piecing together guns in another. Nice set up they have going on. I’m shoved forward and fall to my knees.
“Stay down.” Flame growls, standing over me glaring. “You’ve made quite the mess lately. You knew killing Blaze would get you payback but did it anyways.”
I shrug. “Damn right, that fucker murdered my sister.” He backhands me, causing me to fall to my back.
“Ever think that cunt deserved it? You could have just let it go.”
Smirking I sit back up. “I know she deserved it, she more than deserved it, but it was my right to take that bitch out. Blaze ruined it.” Realization dawns in his eyes and he steps back.
He clicks his tongue and looks to Big Pete. “Things might have been different had we known that.” He paces the room. “Petey here knew the history between your sister and yourself. Once Blaze found out about her getting men to rape you and causing you to get rid of all the kids she forced inside ya, he wanted to make sure she suffered. Did you know how he did that exactly?”