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If anything, I was the one who needed to be angry since I had been drugged, but I suppose that was to be seen as a minor inconvenience, and second to what I had done to Macbeth.

I had no fucking regrets, and if Dante wanted to argue over it, he was in for a surprise. I wouldn’t apologise, and I wouldn’t allow him to make me feel bad about it.

I jumped in the shower to wash the blood off me, and settled down in bed with a book, waiting for the moment Dante showed up.

“Jenna, as much as I appreciate your efforts to get me out of this room, I really cannot be bothered. I’m tired,” I sighed, not taking my eyes off my book.

She arrived five minutes ago and had been trying to convince me to come downstairs ever since.

I wasn’t leaving this room until Dante arrived. I knew an argument was brewing, and I’d much prefer to do it in private, rather than have him think he could tear me a new one in front of the entire club.

“Yeah, I’ve heard murder can really take its toll on a woman,” she laughed back.

“So, you’ve heard then?” I asked, rolling my eyes. It wasn’t really a question. With her being Shark’s old lady, there was no doubt she was one of the first to know.

“Everyone has heard. They’ve just held church about it.”

“Fucking fantastic. That’s all I need. I bet they’ve all worked themselves into a frenzy whilst discussing the fact that afemaledid the job none of them were willing to do.”

“I dunno,” she shrugged. “They seemed pretty chill when they asked me to come collect you.”

“Who is ‘they?’”

“The club. They seemed pretty excited, actually.”

“They want me? All of them?” I said, my head shooting up. “What for? What are they excited about?”

“I guess you’ll have to go downstairs and find out for yourself, won’t you? Unless you’re too chicken.”

“I’m not five, Jenna. That’s not going to work.”

“Okay,” she said with a small smile. “If you say so. I’ll leave you with your book.”

I counted to ten as she walked away, refusing to give in to the curiosity that was causing my body to hum.

“Give me five minutes!” I shouted after Jenna before I was able to stop myself.

“Seventeen seconds. That’s fifteen longer than I expected you to last!” She laughed back.

I fucking hated it here.

I all but ran down the stairs, slowing my movements as I reached the front door, not wanting them all to know how curious I really was. If I was about to be given an earful for killing a man that deserved to be killed, I wasn’t about to run out of here with my tail wagging like an excited puppy.

When I opened the door, I saw the entire club gathered either in the front garden or sitting on their motorbikes on the road. They were all grinning.

Dante stood at the front of them all, with him and Crash being the only ones on the path. Kitty stood on the grass at the side with Vienna, a sad look on her pathetic face.

If ever there was a woman to put a fucking dampener on things, you could always rely on Kitty!

Although, if I was going to be considerate, I suppose she did have a reason to look sad, considering I had just murdered her son.

I wasn’t going to be considerate, though. She shouldn’t have raised such a vindictive little bastard.

“Good luck, lad,” Crash said, slapping Dante on the shoulder as he went to go and stand with his old lady.

“What’s going on?” I asked, as Dante stepped forward.

“Rachel,” he began, stopping in front of me. Every pair of eyes was looking right at us.

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