This shit needs to be over, because the girl I’m going home to, she needs closure. I need to make sure that the way she is feeling right now, like her life is crumbling apart, doesn’t happen again.
“Z,” Kace says, hitting my arm. “What do you wanna do here?”
I light a cigarette and laugh. “Not really my call, brother. Doesn’t seem anyone wants this like me.”
“That’s bullshit,” he hisses.
I lift an eyebrow and blow smoke over his shoulder. “Is it? We should be blowing his shit up, not sitting here like a bunch of pussies,” I growl. I throw my smoke down and look around. “What’s the point of this?”
“I don’t know, maybe we should go and regroup,” he suggests. “I know Harper would like to see you right about now.”
It shouldn’t piss me off. I know it’s not his intention, but I’m on edge. I’m pissed at this wasted night and at my club. So, when he says it, I snap. “You don’t know shit about Harper. You want to regroup, fucking go. Sit at the table with them and talk in fucking circles. I’ll do what needs to be done.”
“Don’t be a stubborn asshole, Z. You’re right, this is a waste of time. We should all just leave...all of us,” he says, grabbing my shirt. I knock his hand off of me and push him back. He stands there and holds his arms out. “Go ahead. You want to beat the shit out of me to feel better, do it. Come on, I’ll take the hits.”
“Fuck,” I yell and turn away from him. He answers his cell as he steps next to me. I already know what it is, but I wait for him to hang up. “Brooks.”
“Yep, we’re leaving,” he says.
I don’t even say anything. There’s nothing to say. Brooks runs this shit. We can fight on it all we want, but his word is final. Tonight though, he’s proved to me that he’s fucking scared of Kingsley. It’s the only explanation for this standoff shit. He’s always rushing in guns drawn. It just means, I’m on my own. Which is fine by me, because I’m not gonna sit around holding my dick. I’m gonna rip his beating heart out of his chest. I’ll come back after we all leave.
We all leave and Kace wants to go back to my place, but I tell him I need some time with Harper first. I ask him to go check on everyone for me, make sure no shit is going on. Make sure they’re safe. I figure that gives me enough time to either kill Kingsley and get home or at the very least be close to it before he realizes I didn’t go home. He’s pissed, but he’ll get over it.
I drive off and when everyone is out of sight, I cut my lights and pull over. I need a plan otherwise it’s no better than what we were just doing. I have to get inside to get him, but I know I’ll be met with a wall of bullets. I consider lighting it on fire, but that takes an accelerant and help. The only thing to do is do what I did as a kid, slash his tires and wait him out. I’m not sitting in the shadows though, I’ll be waiting by his fucking door.
I get on the road and head back to where I came from. I leave my bike off to the side and put on my hat, pulling it low over my eyes. There isn’t anyone in the parking lot, but I still keep my head down as I walk. I know exactly where Kingsley’s bike is, I’ve been staring at it for hours. When I’m almost to it, I pull my knife out and hold it. My mind is completely focused on the task at hand, so when I’m bodychecked, it takes me entirely off guard. My knife skids across the ground when I go down.
“Daring, coming back alone.” I jump up and I’m face to face with Dom, Kingsley’s number two. “Yeah, we were watching you all night too.”
My blood is boiling as I hit him with a left hook. He didn’t expect it, which is fucking satisfying when he stumbles back. I take advantage of it and take another swing. My anger is in total control, there’s no stopping me. I sweep my leg at his feet and he goes down. I jump on top of him, my body holding him down, my hands around his neck.
“Where the fuck is Kingsley?” He’s stronger than I thought and almost gets me off of him, but my adrenaline is off the charts. I push harder on his throat and he hisses. “Where’s all the Vegas Kings? No one wants to save your pathetic ass do they?”
“Fuck you,” he hisses.
The longer I stare at him the more the anger inside me burns. I think of all the things that have happened to Harper. All the things he knew about and didn’t stop. No real man would stand by any of it, I don’t give a shit what their president says.
He gains control and we start rolling around on the ground. Punches are thrown, connecting with whatever is within reach. We’re both bleeding and he’s struggling to keep going. I grab his shirt and stand up, slamming him against the brick building. His head bounces off and I can see he’s in pain. But it’s not good enough. Not until he’s begging to die.
“You stood by and did nothing to help Harper. I swear to you, I’m going to make you regret that decision with every breath you take until I fucking kill you,” I growl.
He spits blood at my face and when he smiles his teeth are red. “She loved it all. Especially when
