Fight Dirty (Black Rose Kisses 1)

But it did. I fucking saw it. I can’t stop seeing it in my mind’s eye.

“Where were you?” Levi asks him, biting into a slice and sucking in air when it burns his tongue.

“Went to get coffee and check out that sale on TVs,” he answers, lying through his fucking teeth. “They didn’t have that big one we were talking about getting.”

“Aw, damn.” Rory grunts, settling back on the couch. “I knew we should have jumped on it earlier.”

Sloan grabs a slice of pizza and a plate and drops down into the armchair, lifting an eyebrow at me when he catches me staring. I shift my attention quickly back to the pizza while Levi gets the movie going.

My earlier thoughts of running filter out of my mind, vanishing like dust as I bore a hole in the slice of pizza with my gaze.

Something totally fucked up is happening here.

Sloan killed my dad, and now he’s lying about it to his friends. So maybe they don’t know. Maybe they’re not in on it at all.

But then, why?

Levi and Rory are members of the gang too. Clearly, they know what’s been going on with my dad up until now. So why lie to them? Why aren’t they in the loop?

I should run. I should get up, throw this pizza down on their stupid, expensive couch and run away.

But I won’t.

I can’t.

Sitting here, watching Sloan out of the corner of my eye, all I feel is hatred. It’s even stronger than it was when I first came here, burning like fire through my veins. I didn’t know the meaning of the word “hate” until now. And now, that one paltry word doesn’t seem like enough.

Whatever this feeling is that’s burning in my chest, it’s worse than hate.

Sloan killed my dad, and I want to destroy him. Destroy his entire family.

If I go to the cops, they won’t be able to help. The Black Roses run too much of the city. They have a tight hold on businesses and even some local politicians. There are definitely at least a few cops in their pocket. I can’t just show up and tell them about this. For one fucking thing, I have no proof. Just my word against Sloan’s, and in this case, he has much, much more power than I do.

But I’m angry. I’m so fucking mad. Just sitting in the same room with that snake makes me seethe with rage. If I want to get my vengeance on him for what he did, I’m going to have to get it from the inside.

Which means no running.

I’m staying.

I’ll play it cool, act like nothing has changed. I’ll watch and I’ll wait, and if I don’t see an opening to take the Black Roses down, I’ll make one. Because the stakes are higher now. I can’t save my dad anymore, but I can at least get revenge for him.

I’ll make Sloan wish he’d never fucked with either of us.

I’ll make him fucking pay.

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