Hyde's Absolution (Sydney Storm MC 4)

Turning back to Gibson, I ran my eyes over his body, taking in every bruise and wound I’d inflicted. I tasted my revenge before I took it. It felt fucking good. However, it would never be enough, and I knew that. But it would be a start.

I stepped close to him and pressed the tip of the blade to his chest. “You won’t ever hurt my family again, motherfucker,” I said through clenched teeth. “Charlie will be safe from you. And I don’t give a flying fuck what you say—she’s my daughter.” I pulled my arm back and then stabbed the knife into his chest with all the force I had in me. “Mine!”

I stabbed him repeatedly.

I couldn’t stop myself.

Blood oozed from him.

It covered him, soaked through his clothes and dripped to the cement floor creating a grisly red pool that only excited my thirst for his death.

I wanted every drop of his blood down there.

I didn’t want to stop carving him up until he ran dry.

The blade sliced through every body part as I stabbed him to death.

The sound of flesh ripping apart was the soundtrack I moved to.

The sight of that gaping flesh and his blood, my reward.

It wasn’t until Nitro stepped in and pulled me away that the vicious frenzy ended.

I stared blankly at him as he took the knife from my hand.

I was numb.

Dead inside.

I’d taken his life.

Delive

red my revenge.

But betrayal had carved a wound that cut deep that day. And that wasn’t something Gibson’s death could ever soothe.

Chapter 34

Monroe

My heart ached when Hyde came into view. He sat alone at the clubhouse bar, staring at the drink in front of him, his shoulders slumped and his head bowed slightly.

I had no idea what I would say to him. All I knew was that he needed me. Desperately.

Closing the distance between us, I was glad we were alone. It was almost midnight, and there were a few club members still around, but King had cleared the bar when I arrived with Nitro. He’d looked at me with those fierce eyes of his. He hadn’t said anything. Had simply let me in and jerked his chin towards the bar. But those eyes had said so much. He hoped I could help his brother in ways he hadn’t been able to.

I took the stool next to Hyde, sliding onto it, and placed my handbag on the counter of the bar. My nerves had gotten the best of me on the way over here. I didn’t want to screw this up. Didn’t want to let him down.

We sat in silence for a while. Him staring at the drink on the counter, next to a full bottle of whisky. Me watching with my heart in my throat.

Finally, he asked, “Why are you here?”

His question slayed me in so many ways. It hurt that he even asked it, but the rational side of me understood it came from a place of such desolation.

“Charlie called me. She told me everything.” His daughter had been a wreck on the phone. By the end of the conversation, I’d understood why. She’d also shed so much light for me on why Hyde was the way he was. And then she’d made me believe that she had to be his daughter when it became clear the reason for the call was because she wanted me to find him and make sure he was okay. She’d had the shittiest day of her life, and all she cared about at the end of it was that someone made sure her father was all right. That was something Hyde would have done, I was sure of it.

His head dropped further and he muttered, “Fuck.” Looking sideways at me, he added, “I’m the worst fucking father, Roe. I haven’t even checked on her.”