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“I’m leaving one prospect to watch the garage.”
This was all starting to feel too familiar. My father had said the same—I wasn’t safe. I needed someone to watch over me. I’d pushed back with my father because he had no right to pretend he cared about me now. Not after what had happened.
But Nick…
“Who’s the enemy, Nick?” I asked.
“That’s none of your concern.”
“Of course it’s my fucking concern!” I snapped. “You claim I’m in danger, but you won’t tell me who is coming after you and why. You… you tell me you’ll protect me, but theonlyway you can protect me is by telling me the fucking truth!”
Nick stared at me, his expression hard, his eyes even harder. In two quick steps, he was in front of me. Wrapping one hand around the base of my skull and the other around my waist, he yanked me flush against his body and kissed me. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was a claiming, possessive, but I knew he was only trying to silence me. Wiggling my hands between us, I planted them on his chest and pushed. He stumbled back a step, surprise flashing across his face.
“You can’t distract me with sex,” I managed to push out of my lungs. “Tell me why I’m in danger, and I’ll do as you ask. I’ll keepLucifer here. I’ll let you station the prospect out the front, but you have to tell mewhy.”
Nick ran his hand over his jaw, glaring at me.
I crossed my arms over my chest defiantly.
“Fuck,” he bit out, running his palm over the back of his head, tugging at the strands. When he met my eyes again, I saw the fear he’d been trying to hide. “My president’s old lady was shot in front of me today. I think the bullet was meant for me.”
“Jesus.”
“And I think I know who ordered the hit.”
My stomach suddenly dropped. “Who?” I asked on a whisper.
“The same person responsible for my brother’s murder. Talon La Croix.”
He practically spat my father’s name, his top lip curling into a sneer. The hatred he had for him was palpable, but all I could think was, what if he found out I shared half of his DNA?
Swallowing past the lump in my throat and with my heart pounding too loudly in my ear, I asked a question I already knew the answer to. “What are you going to do?”
“We’re going to make him, and his band of bastards pay.” His gaze was piercing. “We’re going to war.”
Chapter 20
Nick
Fucking hell.
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling completely and utterly shattered. I hadn’t intended to go to Alex and break the fuck down, but as soon as I saw her, I knew. I knew she was the only person I could trust with my grief. I’d broken down and cried for Molly, but as she held me to her, as her scent and her heat consumed me, I finally cried for my brother, too.
There hadn’t been a safe space for me to grieve my brother when I found out. In jail, crying would’ve been seen as a weakness. Something to be taken advantage of. Something that could cost you more than respect. So, I’d stuffed all my anguish and pain away into a box in the back of my head, chaining the motherfucking thing so that nothing could escape. But Alex…
Alex had taken a pair of bolt cutters to the chain and cut through it like it was nothing.
Fuck, that woman was too good for me.
I told her, point-blank, that I was going to kill her father and she didn’t flinch. She didn’t beg for his life. Didn’t throw herself at my feet for mercy. From her interactions with Bliss, I knew Alex’s loyalty wasn’t in question, so what had La Croix done to lose it?
Whatever it was, I was glad he’d fucked it all up.
We would get our war.
But we needed weapons first.
The small armory we had was dwindling in supplies, but we knew exactly where to get some. Returning to the clubhouse, I found every single patched member waiting in the bar. The tension in the room made my blood fizz with awareness. It was like walking into the chow hall right before a fight broke out.
