Page 112 of Ethan's Sky

“Let me go.”I grit between clenched teeth. Gabe’s hand comes up to silence me.

“Just wait a minute. We’re not done here.” Gabe nods to Hawk, and he slowly moves from his spot with the precision of a predator stocking his prey. Most wouldn’t know it with Hawk’s jester like personality, but he’s one twisted motherfucker. His demeanor can be very off-putting to some, and charming to others. Either way, Hawk’s often underestimated.

Big mistake.

“He’s fucking lit.” Hawk chuckles. “You’re feeling pretty good aren’t ya man?”

“Spider planned to kidnap Skyler?” Jameson looks at the man contemplatively. The question is, is he contemplating the answers or deciding whether this asshole dies quick or slow?

I don’t fucking care as long as it’s painful.

“Spider owes the boss man. Girl owes Spider. It’s a win-n-n-n-wi-nnnn.”

Hawk moves closer, sliding something off the edge of Mack’s table I can’t quite see from here. He places one hand on Arthur’s shoulder, his other hand, tucked behind his own back. I follow suit, pulling my gun from the back of my jeans, lowering it to my side out of view, taking a tentative step forward.

No one blocks my path this time.

“Who’s the boss? Viper?” Hawk leans in, his brows furrowed, but his disarming smile is still in place.

Arthur’s eyes light up, his grin matching Hawk’s. “Spider owes boss man. Girl owes Spider.” He laughs. Spittle flies from his mouth. Hawk turns his head, wiping his face on his sleeve.

“What about you, Arthur? What did the boss promise you?”

“Moneeeyyy… Spider owes boss man. Girl owes Spider.” He smiles wide, his eyes becoming enlarged as if he’s picturing what he’s saying.

“He’s not going to give us anything more.” Mack tells Gabe who then give Hawk and I the nod of approval.

Hawk’s arm swings from around his back thrusting up in Arthur’s ribcage at the same time I dislodge a bullet from my gun into Arthur’s skull.

“Fuck!” Gabe barks. We all go silent. Blood and sweat drip down Arthur’s body and circle the drain below his feet.

“Does anyone know what hell he was talking about? Does any of this make sense?” I’m searching the room, but no one says anything. The room is quiet as we all stare at one another, confused.

“Pres?”

“Church! Now!”

We leave Colt to clean up the mess and dispose of Arthur’s body. Benefits of having a clubhouse on a farmland. Pigs will eat anything.

We make our way into the clubhouse on our way to the sanctuary. Blake comes running up looking a bit nervous.

“Uh, Pres. Vincenzo Parisi is at the gate asking to speak with you.”

What the hell is he doing here?

“Well, shit. This can’t be good.” Hawk mumbles. All eyes turn to glare at him. “What?” He shrugs. “You were all thinking it. I just said it out loud.”

He’s not wrong.

“Let him in. Put him in the common room while we get cleaned up.” Gabe orders.

What the fuck now?

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SKYLER

Sneaking out of Ethan’s room, I quietly shut his door. With all the men down in the basement, I figure I should be safe to sneak out of the clubhouse with only a couple of prospects to get by. Easy peasy.

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