Page 25 of Unmasked Anarchy
“What has that got to do with me?”I mutter, flipping the gun over, trying to not gasp at how fucking incredible it is.
“They’re goin’ to be the reason we get killed.”
“And?”I snap.
Gage growls, low.“You’re not hearin’ me.The Sons have it in for us, but you, you could walk in there, talk to the right idiot, and maybe get them movin’ in a different direction.”
Oh hell no.
That is not something I am willing to do.
“Fuck that,” I say, voice hard, and I mean it.“You want me to play diplomat, seriously?After you flipped a switch over the very thought of me going near anyone from that MC?”
He narrows his eyes.“You got a better shot than any of the assholes we got on payroll.The Sons, they seem to like you.Especially your little hero.”
“I don’t have a death wish, and that’s exactly what will happen if I do this.No.I’m not doing it.You’re going to have to find another way, or, you’re going to have to kill me, because I refuse.”
I place the rifle down, not wanting to continue this conversation any further.“Product’s exceptional,” I say.“You will all be happy.”
Gage’s mouth tips up on one side.“We’re not done with the conversation, Sabie.”
Asshole.
“Oh.Yes, we are.”
He grins.“No.We ain’t.”
I turn and walk out, effectively ending it.
Deep inside, my stomach twists, because I have a bad feeling that he is going to make me do what he wants.
That is a terrifying thought.
Gage doesn’t play clean, even with me.
He’ll do whatever he needs to get what he wants.
No matter the cost.
~*~*~*~*~*
IHATE THIS FUCKINGtown.Hate it so much that I curse Gage in my head as I speed past the same run-down bars and stores.Overpriced gym, pawn shop, three vape stores in a row, all staffed by clones of angry, underpaid twenty-year-olds.It is a shit hole, and if it wasn’t for the club, I wouldn’t be here.
I need to get out for the day.
It has been three days since Gage threw me into the deep end with the Cartel weapons.Three days since I told him to go to hell and stalked out.He has been on a run, which has given me some peace and quiet, but they get back today, and I don’t want to be there when they do.
So, I decided I’m going to go shopping in the town closest to where the Sons’ compound is.
It has more, and I’m in desperate need of a few new outfits.
I spend the morning shopping, wandering around and zoning out, before heading onto the main street for some lunch.After that, I still have a few hours to kill, not wanting to drive back, not wanting to face the harsh reality back home, one that sucks the very soul from me.
So, I do something I usually wouldn’t.
I go into a bar.
It’s a place called Jenny’s with a sign so sun-bleached the name’s almost unreadable.It’s not even three p.m., and it is bustling.I know from the rumors that this is where the Fallen Sons hang sometimes—a neutral zone, not MC property, but close enough to their compound that any other club member would think twice before walking in.
