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When Alex looked at her again, there was a cold set to his eyes. She’d seen him look like this on only three occasions before. The night they’d met, when he pushed the drunk up against the wall; when he’d ended their relationship; and in her flat with a knife dripping with blood in his hand. The only times he looked like a cold-hearted biker.
‘That night, the phone call was a green light. You only get so many chances when you do business with The Devils. And this guy had used all his up.’
Used them up? No more chances. Understanding pushed all the air from out of her lungs. ‘You… you killed him?’
He nodded. ‘It wasn't the first time.’
Nausea rose in Sarah’s throat. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply three times, the way she’d taught herself in the past when she’d felt her grasp on reality slipping. When she opened her eyes, Alex was watching her. He showed no emotion. Sarah realized she’d withdrawn her hand from his, forcefully. The beating of her heart thundered so loud she felt it between her ears, and her chest hurt from the effort. The walls of the cabin closed in around her.
This isn’t real. It can’t be real.
Eventually the sound of her heart beat started to fade so she could hear her own breathing again. One question begged to be asked.
‘Why?’ she whispered.
‘It’s my job.’ His voice was so indifferent. It matched his expression.
‘Your job?’ Sarah surprised herself with how fast the disbelief and anger replaced her panic. ‘What kind of job has you going around killing people, Alex? Normal people don’t kill for a living.’
‘I know that.’
The anger was helping. Anger was something she could understand. ‘What are you, like an assassin?’
Alex rolled his eyes, sitting up straight. ‘This isn’t a movie, Sarah. I’m not an assassin.’
‘What did all these people do to you? Why did you kill them?’
‘They didn’t do anything to me, not personally. There are different rules, different ways of doing things when you ride with a club like The Devils.’
His excuses landed like punches.
‘So, you don’t have to abide by the same laws as everyone else?’
He held her gaze.
Fuck you, Alex.She shoved her hands beneath her legs to resist the urge to hit him. She inhaled another deep breath. Suddenly, she needed to know everything. ‘How many?’
A muscle in his jaw flexed, the only hint he understood the question. ‘Seven.’
The world tipped on its axis.Seven?She sat back against the wall to steady herself.
‘Why did you kill those people?’
‘The club decided they had to die - for one reason or another. And that is - was – my job. To take care of business. Zep would give me the nod, and I would do the job.’
‘Zep?’
‘He’s the president. He calls the shots.’
It’s one thing to witness death, quite another to perpetrate it. Sarah listened as he tried to explain. The Devils had little time for lengthy apprenticeships. If they thought you were up to it, you became fully patched. If you were good at it, you became the trigger man, the enforcer. Not that they went around killing people all the time. Only when required.
And none of them were innocent.
Alex made for the perfect enforcer. He had no family or friends so he was unlikely to be swayed by any last-minute pleas to consider the children. It also meant that he had nothing to lose. He didn’t come home to look his parents, partner or children in the eye as he washed the blood from his hands. There was no moral guardian. He didn’t even have a home. He lived at the clubhouse.
‘Were they all bikers?’
‘Not all of them. A couple of distributors. A manufacturer. Drugs. A dirty cop.’ That one hung in the air for a moment. ‘They were all mixed up in bad stuff.’
