Page 35 of Sniper

I placed the tip of the blade to his jugular. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”

Roach’s eyes widened as he suddenly realized the gravity of his precarious situation. “No wonder he wants you dead. We thought you were just protecting her.”

“You thought wrong. Now what the fuck else is he planning?” He hesitated, his gaze bouncing around the room at my brothers behind me. “If I have to ask you again, I’ll just carve you up and send you back to your MC in pieces.”

“He wanted revenge because he thinks you’re bonin’ his woman, but this was always…” He stopped and shook his head, then pulled his lips between his teeth.

“Alwayswhat?” I was desperate to know what the plan was. I had to keep Katey safe, and it wasn’t just because I promised Cal I would.

“No.”

“Fine.” I stuck the blade into his shoulder joint and twisted it, enjoying the loud agonizing cries of pain he released. I yanked the knife out and moved it half an inch lower before I repeated the move.

“Careful brother,” Hawk said with a laugh. “He might bleed out before he gives us anything useful.”

“Then he better hurry up because if he passes out before I get answers, I’ll just bury him alive in the desert.” There was a hint of amusement in my words, but I was dead fucking serious. I needed to know what to prepare myself for. What to prepare Katey for.

“I’m dead anyway,” he grumbled, wincing in pain.

“Maybe,” I agreed. “Maybe not. But if you don’t tell me what I want to know about Ethan then I’ll be forced to go scorched earth against the Black Vultures MC.”

“You already did.”

I grinned. “That was retaliation for shooting one of us and the truth is that we only killed a few of your MC brothers. Even Smoky is still alive. For now.”

Something flashed in his eyes, and I knew what it was. Brotherhood. Friendship. He knew his life was near the end, but his MC and his brothers still had a chance, and he wanted that for them. “It was just supposed to be a one-and-done job,” he began. “Take you out for fifty large and that was it.”

“But?”

“But he has a crew of about six men with him and shooting you was just revenge.” His words came out labored, the pain of his wounds slowing him down. “He knows that she’s at the clubhouse with you and she’s what he really wants.” He flashed a wicked smile. “He wanted you to be worried about us while he went after her.” Roach laughed and laughed. The sound harsh as it echoed off the cement.

While he roared with laughter, my heart was in my throat. I promised Cal I would keep his sister safe. Hell, I’d married her just to keep her out of his clutches, but the fucker knew where she was, wherewewere, and he was planning an attack.

“No bitch is worth trouble man, toss her back to that psycho and be rid of him for good.”

Before Katey came into my life I might have agreed with Roach. No, that’s not true. I’d asked my own best friend to look after my sister and now they were planning the rest of their livestogether. “Thanks for the advice,” I told him and sheathed my knife.

“Anytime.”

In one quick move I pulled out my gun, pressed it dead center on his chest and shot twice before I pressed the gun to his temple and pulled one more time. Other than the force of the bullets, his body fell permanently limp. I didn’t spare him one fucking glance as I walked away, stopping only to hand my gun to Maverick whose job it was as the sergeant-at-arms to dispose of it.

Then I rushed back to the clubhouse because there was something within me that needed to see Katey. I needed to know for myself that she was safe.

She slept peacefully curled into a ball in the middle of the bed and when I found myself smiling, I shook it off. I told myself it was just relief that she was okay. That Ethan hadn’t made his way into the clubhouse to get to her. Yet. Seeing that she was okay, I took a shower to get rid of the blood and sweat of the night’s activities.

I wore a pair of boxers and slid into bed behind her, wrapping my body around hers.

“Sniper?” She glanced at me over her shoulder, eyes sleepy, and brows dipped in confusion. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I managed to bite out.

“You’re okay?” she asked and studied my face though I wasn’t sure how much she could see with nothing but the moonlight filtering into the room. She turned completely and put her hands on either side of my face. “You’re okay,” she said again, that time it was just for her.

“I’m good,” I assured her and rested one hand low on her back.

She arched into me, gasping when she felt my cock hard inside my boxer briefs. Her gaze held mine as she raised one leg over my hip and ground against me.

“You sure?”

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