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I take another drink of wine, close my eyes, and pray for sleep to take me away from this mess, at least for a little while.
What a fucking night.
Chapter Fourteen
Killer
I can see the ‘read’ notification. I know Memphis read my text, and it’s driving me fucking crazy that she hasn’t replied yet.
Come on, Pet. At least let me know you’re okay.
As if hearing my pleading thoughts, three dots appear, dancing on the screen before suddenly disappearing. This goes on and on like she wants to say something, but changes her mind and deletes it because I’m the fuckhead who doesn’t deserve a reply.
Frustrated, I scrub a hand across my scruffy jaw. I fucked up.
Zero warned me this would happen. He told me I needed to come clean with my woman before the truth blew up in my face. Like a dumbass, I didn’t listen. I thought I knew better. Thought I was protecting her from the truth about her father.
“FUCK!”
My phone vibrates in my hand, and my eyes jump to the screen.
I’m safe at Jade’s.
Relief floods through me, followed immediately by a fresh wave of anger. I throw my phone onto the couch and lean back, scrubbing my hands over my face.
Who the fuck told her?
The answer hits like a sledgehammer.
Pinky.
Had to be. Club whores know the fucking rules. They don’t speak on shit that happens at the clubhouse. A brother is stepping out on his old lady—they don’t say a word. They overhear information—they keep their trap shut.
I grab my phone and stand, snatching my keys off the coffee table. I’ve gotta get the hell out of this house. Storming out the front door, I don’t bother to lock it behind me. Nobody in their right mind would mess with my house anyway.
I swing my leg over my bike and crank the motor. The engine roars to life beneath me, and I tear out of the driveway.
When I pull into the clubhouse parking lot, I feel like I could spit fire. I’m so fucking pissed at Pinky for running her mouth.
I park in my usual spot by the door and climb off my Harley. Throwing open the clubhouse door, it bangs against the wall, the sound booming like a gunshot. Every head turns in my direction. I ignore the questioning looks and scan the room, searching for the woman who’s about to feel my wrath.
There. Sitting on Reign’s lap at the bar. She laughs at something he says, and for some reason, that just pisses me off more.
Pinky turns her head, and her eyes meet mine across the room. Her smile drops from her face.
My eyes narrow.
She scrambles off Reign’s lap, backing away as I thunder toward her.
“I’m sorry,” she starts, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to?—”
My hand is around her throat before she can finish, slamming her back against the bar. Her eyes bulge, hands clawing at my wrist.
“You opened your FUCKING mouth!” I roar, getting right in her face. “You had no right! NO FUCKING RIGHT!”
“Killer—“ she chokes out, but I’m too far gone to listen.
“Memphis is GONE!” I squeeze tighter, watching her face turn red. “She left because of you! She might never come back because YOU couldn’t keep your goddamn mouth SHUT!”
