The thing about when your head finally clears…When you finally have space to think… You start seeing things you should have seen months ago. I want to say weeks, but if I’m being honest with myself? I have been living with my head up my ass for months.
Months ago we got the first whisper that someone was targeting the Dawnbreakers. Someone was coming for Angel. With Kiara’s death still hanging over the club like a ghost and no answers for how that whole mess started…ended… Angel went straight into defence mode. Listening to anyone who claimed they had information.
And because I never had a reason not to…
I listened, I followed…. that’s what brothers do.
That has been what I have done every day since his father saved my life and gave me a family. Since Angel took a bullet for me and I promised his father that I would always have his back. It was the last thing I ever said to him. So I held onto it with everything I had.
Only now I’m starting to realize that somewhere along the line we stopped asking the right questions.
We stopped being the good guys.
I close my eyes as we approach the compound, I keep hearing the prospect telling me that Razor had his hands on my wife,again. And I wasn’t there. I need to deal with him and nothing that Angel can say will hold me back from getting the truth out of the snake once and for all. He’s been the one planting seeds of doubt in the club about Bex, Four… fuck has he been behind all the shit that’s been going on these past months?
Playing puppeteer with everyone in the club?
But why?
I know why Angel gave him leeway, Razor's old man was the VP and died shortly after Angel’s father did. Everyone assumed Razor would be made VP, the title being passed on. But Angel didn’t think he was ready so he gave the title to Four instead. It caused a rift between the two, which everyone thought had been patched when Razor started seeing Mara.
Shit… has he been fucking with the club for years?
Angel is ahead of us on his bike, the guards don’t hesitate, theyopen the gates and I am out of the truck before Torch can put it into park.
I don't check to see if anyone is following me. I am moving, I want to be the first person to get to Razor.
I burst through the front doors and noticed some of the club girls sitting at a table near the bar, with some of the dead men walking that had been a part of the attack on my wife. I will deal with them when I drag their leader down by his throat.
I hear boots behind me, but I don’t slow.
I am up the stairs and at Razor’s door in no time, the brother who was supposed to be watching his door isn’t in the hall. I burst open through his door, he doesn't get the courtesy of a warning or privacy.
The room is empty, the bed made, his closet is open and drawers pulled out.
Fuck…
I push the bathroom door open and find our missing brother. He’s unconscious in the shower. Before I can yell for someone, Torch is behind me cursing under his breath.
I hear him talking to someone in the hall and then a yell echoing through the clubhouse.
“Lock it down, no one leaves.”
I kneel down next to Velvet, one of the brothers still around from Angel’s father, Tank, days. He is still breathing and his pulse is steady. I check him over quickly and notice a gash at the back of his head. Torch squats down next to me.
“I told Angel to call for the doctor…”
He pauses for a second before saying, “Too bad Bex isn’t here to help with this.”
I growl and grab at him, and he jumps back.
I close my eyes, the pain in my chest intensifying. Because she should be here, with me.
So many things I should have done differently. I open my eyes and exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding.
“You're an asshole, get a prospect in here to put pressure on the back of his head till the doc gets to him. I have a few brothers who deserve some time in the shed.”
Torch leaves and a few minutes later one of the Prospects is with me to watch over Velvet.