Page 117 of One Night with the Biker

My entire body trembled, my shaky hands making it difficult to hold the gun. A sob tore from my throat, and when I made the mistake of glancing at Wizard again—a man I’d known since I was a child—my stomach turned.

I’dkilledsomeone, and because of me, blood and brain matter were all over the walls of my dead best friend’s home.

The thought made me hunch over, the gun clattering to the floor as I dry heaved. My stomach was empty, but the stench of the room, the gore surrounding me, and the knowledge of what I’d just done made me retch for minutes. When I finally got control of myself, I grabbed the gun from the ground, though I hadn’t stopped shaking, nor had my tears ceased.

Pocketing the weapon, I pinched myself, praying this was just a nightmare. My surroundings staying the same caused me to cry harder, and I jumped at the sudden yells in the distance.

Fear assaulted me, and I took the pistol back in my hands, whimpering as gunshots joined the ruckus. Shit was popping off outside, and as the noise drew nearer, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I found out the source of the commotion. The gun was my only chance, but even still, I’d be outnumbered. One girl could only do so much with one gun, especially against several armed men.

I glanced at the cage and considered crawling inside to hide. My vomit and piss made me dismiss the idea. Instead, I hurried to Nova’s bedroom. Her bed was low to the ground, but I could crawl under. It was a tight squeeze; however, after time in the cage, it was nothing.

My hiding spot wasn’t the best, but it was better than being a sitting duck in the open. Now, the only thing I could do was formulate a better plan, and hope I made it out alive.

I never thought I’d be considering Ainsley’s funeral.

Then again, I never thought my hands would be chopped off and replaced by prosthetics, that I’d turn against the club I’d grown up in, that a man I once idolized would become someone on the top of my kill list. Clearly, my life had changed a lot over the past several months. Ainsley was at the center of these changes because without her relationship with Sinclair, I’d be dead.

But because of it, she might be.

I’d long ago stopped believing in any God, but as I walked into the clubhouse of the Bloody Scorpions, I prayed we’drescueAinsleyand not recover her body. However, I knew the chances of that were slim, and it tore me up inside that she died thinking I despised her.

Was I pissed at her? Like all hell.

Did I hate her? Impossible.

I nodded to those who greeted me, but in reality, I barely registered their words. If—when—Ainsley’s body was brought to me, I’d give her a proper funeral. Not many people would show up, as most people we’d been close to were Bloody Scorpions. Yet, I’d still make sure I’d honor her life, before laying her to rest with our parents.

When that was done, I’d drink my sorrows away and drown in pussy. I’d pay for London’s freedom, my last act of goodwill. Then I’d spend my final day riding on my bike and listening to my favorite songs, until I arrived somewhere peaceful and pretty, somewhere fitting as my final resting place. I’d drink that expensive bottle of liquor I’d been planning to gift Ainsley when she graduated from college—a little liquid courage—then shoot myself in the fucking head.

I’d be all alone in the world, and a world without my little sister wasn’t one worth living in.

“You look well, boy,” Boom Boom greeted as I approached his table. “Bash hooked you up good.”

It took everything in me to return his smile. “Sure did.”

If he realized how much effort it took for my civility, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he looked at Easton, who was flanking me. Tio was somewhere nearby, up high with a sniper rifle, waiting to pick people off.

When he crossed that task off the list, he’d drive the van full of explosives onto club grounds.

“Your daddy told me he had a deal, Easton. Any clue what it is?” Boom Boom asked DeLuca

Remaining silent, Easton shrugged in response.

“Ainsley,” I said simply, getting to the heart of the matter. The sooner I brought her up, the sooner we’d get the show on the road. If I had to smile in his fucking ugly mug a momentlonger than needed, I’d lose my shit and ruin everything. “Bash is offering monetary compensation in addition to a deal you will find very beneficial if you give her to me.”

“All well and good,” Boom Boom said after a moment. “IfI had her.”

Hate was too mild a fucking word for what I felt for Boom Boom. I despised him. I wanted to cleave him in fucking half and second line in his fucking blood. I wanted to twist his fucking head off and throw his corpse into fucking flames. Ainsley hated that scene inTwilight. Since she made me watch it with her over and over, I found something to look forward to. That was one of the best fucking scenes ever when that tracker motherfucker met his demise.

I covered my face with my hands and heaved in a breath, my heart shattering as the reality hit me. Boom Boom had probably already dismembered her. My stomach heaved and I turned, not caring any more.

“What makes you think that cunt’s here?” Boom Boom’s voice broke through my devastation. “She probably went to Sinclair and he buried her. Like he did Nova.”

My nostrils flared and I opened my mouth to spit in his fucking face and tell him I killed that bitch.

“I need to talk to some of your boys,” Easton inserted, throwing me a look of warning, forever a discerning fuckhead.

Boom Boom's eyes flickered between us. “Which ones?”

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