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But I was denied.
Savagely, Stain cut the cord, causing internal bleeding as my placenta was pulled from my body instead of naturally breaking free.
Blood poured from my body… as I screamed and asked, “Why are you doing this?”
His answer was simple but true. “It is in my nature.”
I had one more request. “Please, name her… Ellora.”
Stain’s nostrils flared as if a dying mother had no right to such a request. “No. She is being named Ivana.”
As my last breaths came, I felt the presence of two female spirits…
Losing consciousness, I exhaled peace. “Ma.” I exhaled faith. “Charmaine.”
Two men hissed as I stared up at what they only saw to be a ceiling.
My last smile would be theirs as I vowed what I’d just been told. “Killing me will be how you both drown in your joint… madness.”
And so, it shall be.
It seemed I was the Hostile Tyrant, after all.
Many years later…
STAIN
“What the fuck do you mean another shipment has been ‘lost’?” I demanded to know after learning I couldn’t get my hands on cocaine no matter how much I upped my price.
Meth, my Vice President, grumbled, “That fucking Gallanty assassin has all our connections rethinking our ‘arrangements’.”
The clubhouse was empty of most club bitches and any members who didn’t know my secret. I didn’t need any of them hearing how my club had turned into a shitshow since Bors stole Ivy from me. Nor did I want just anyone to see my twin and I in the same room, especially to witness him losing his shit.
He was pacing, whimpering nonsense like, “She warned us. She said this would happen—”
I grabbed his cut that was identical to mine, and I shook him. “I swear to God, if you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you my damn self.”
His dark eyes were manic, and most of all, scared. He whispered fearfully, “I’m sorry, Stain.”
Instantly, and like always, I felt sorry for him. My twin was the unlucky one of us. He had been locked away much more than me when we were younger. Our father was cruel, planning on his sons, as one, being the most dangerous club to ever exist. He wanted Sting and I to appear ghost-like, able to be at two places at once. Even different sides of the country when needed.
It was working.
I had Scorpions with a hell of a reputation until some asshole fell in love with the slut—Ivana.
Pulling my brother into a hard hug to calm him, over his shoulder, I asked my men, “Any bites on the hits?”
Now that Ivy was useless to me, I couldn’t have Legend’s daughter and granddaughter alive on this earth. Not after my daughter was killed, and my granddaughter believing herself a Steel Stallion officer.
Road Captain my ass!
She’s a fucking Scorpion!
No one daring to answer me had me growling my own answer, “Fucking Bors.”
Releasing Sting because he didn’t handle anyone touching him for long, I watched him walk to the club’s kitchen. “How do I go about getting a Gallanty assassin assassinated?”
One officer asked, “When we can’t even get Ivy sucking in her last breath?”
