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That was all in the past.
Removing the pin from her hair, she made her way into the bathroom, stripping out of her clothes, and stepping under the warm water.
She didn’t want to admit it, but being around Road was nice. He didn’t give her any other name. His name was simply Road. She just didn’t get how she could enjoy his company. Yes, he’d apologized, and she accepted it, but he’d been different with her this past week.
He’d not lied to her. Road did genuinely love romance movies, and he didn’t mind talking about hair, or music, or anything else. Before his scars, he had described himself as a charming guy, and she saw it.
Why did she like him? She hadn’t had anything to do with men, ever. Dinah knew it was because of what happened to her mother. Angela had been kind to a man, a stranger, and because she wouldn’t be with him, he’d hurt her. To Dinah, all that haddone was send alarm bells.
Road was different, though. He was fun and didn’t make her want to run away.
What does it even matter?she asked herself.
Seeing Road every night had started to become one of the fun parts of her day, and she wasn’t going to stop doing it.
Humming to herself, she tilted her head back and relished the spray of the water, soothing out her tired bones.
****
Several Days Later
Road sat on his bike, waiting for the right moment. A quick glance down at his watch and he saw it was a little after nine. Everything was set in place, all he had to do was make sure it went exactly how Brute said it would. Hail and Krill were already in position.
Counting down on his watch, he smiled as the fire alarm went off right on time, and now, at a safe distance, he watched the chaos ensue.
There had been a little auction downtown at one of the old, crumbling warehouses. A shipment of girls had been taken there just two days ago, and from what their sources said, they’d been identified as virgins, which made them very profitable. Men would pay a fortune for the right to fuck a virgin.
Road watched the panic, just as the cops arrived, and he waited. Sure enough, none of the men that arrived were in the pockets of the traffickers. Brute had started to learn his way around the police force, and he knew who to contact when, and at the right time, to make sure Sergey kept getting hit.
This had gone down perfectly.
The men were arrested. Road had a feeling they wouldn’t remain that way, but most importantly, there were men andwomen rounding up the young virginal girls and taking care of them.
He’d follow them up tomorrow, but so far, just another big royal “fuck you” to Sergey Golubev. The bastard should have stayed away from them and stopped using kids to do his dirty work.
Road knew it was only a matter of time before Sergey lost his shit and attacked them. He was more than ready. He knew Tank was getting close to being ready as well. The other club brother hadn’t ridden yet, but the time would come. He’d get his day back on his bike, riding with the club, and then they could focus on him getting his revenge.
That was a day Road was looking forward to. Until that day arose, they were just going to have to deal with the shit going on.
Tank was still having nightmares, and it seemed only Faith and Brute were able to quiet him.
Everything that had happened just made Road hate Sergey Golubev even more. What was worse, there was a time he considered him a friend and ally. Road knew he was a fucking idiot for even thinking that.
Sergey, from the moment they met, had been using him to keep his power, to gain more. Road had fallen for it, believing Sergey would be loyal, but in the cutthroat business of the Bratva, there was no such thing as loyalty. Not between them. No. He was foolish to think so.
There was only one king, as Sergey had told him repeatedly. The irony of it all was simple—Road didn’t want to be king. He just wanted to keep his king on top, and now, his loyalty was to the Evil Fallen Bratva MC, and it was his mission to see the Golubev empire fall.
Riding away, he arrived back at the club with Hail and Krill in tow. They climbed off their bikes, and like two children,high-fived one another.
“I’m glad you’re happy with yourselves,” Brute said.
Road had already spotted him, but Hail and Krill were in too good a mood to allow Brute to dampen it.
“We did it, brother. Man, you should have seen the shock on those rich assholes’ faces. I even saw a couple of women.” Hail tilted back his head and howled.
“Come on, time to celebrate. You coming, Road?” Krill asked.
“Not tonight. I’m heading out.” He pointed back toward his bike.
