“This true?” he asked Flame. As usual Ky spoke for the prez.
“I never killed that cunt,” Flame snarled, beginning to pace the floor. “I wanted to. I wanted to rip open his fucking heart and hold it in my hands.”
“He fucking slit his throat,” Wrox said coldly, slowly. “Hick was tied to the chair, and Flame slit his throat. Hick couldn’t even fight back.”
“I said I never touched him!” Flame growled, and charged at Wrox again. AK reached for him, dragging him back, and stopped touching him before Flame went nuclear.
“Well, if he didn’t kill him, who the fuck did?” Wrox asked.
“Me.” A voice sounded from the back of the room. Lil Ash stepped forward. The kid stopped right beside his brother. Flame was glaring at Wrox and the other chapter. Scanning them to see if any of them dare move against his kid brother.
“You?” Wrox said, disbelieving.
Ash smiled. But it wasn’t a good fucking smile. Not the kind we normally got from the kid. The smile that kid wore was sadistic and fucked up. “Me.” Ash stepped forward again and held up his knife . . . a knife that was coated in blood. “I went to that shed, took my knife, went to Hick, and slit his throat. Slowly. Staring right into his fucking eyes as he drained of blood.”
“You little shit—” Wrox ran at Ash, but Ky held him back by his cut.
“He deserved it,” Ash said, his voice calm. Not showing an ounce of remorse. “That motherfucker sent us prospects out in the middle of a war, against Styx’s orders. He sent us right into the path of the cartel. It was easy for them to catch us. And he fucking killed Slash! That cunt was on borrowed time the second he gave that order.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ash,” AK snapped and pulled the kid beside him. Ash shrugged AK off, his black eyes glaring at Wrox.
“What the fuck kinda club you running here?” Wrox spoke to Styx. “You ordered Hick to be left in that shed until you would deal with him. That’s club rules. Yet one of your prospects goes against you, and the club, and slits his throat. A fucking kid undermining the mother chapter’s prez? That how it is here now?” Styx’s harsh stare shut Wrox the fuck up.
“How’d you even get in?” Ky asked Ash. “You don’t have the key.”
“I let him in.” My eyes cut to Smiler, who was still sitting at the table. Brother hadn’t even bothered to get up when the shitshow started. Just sat there, watching. Smiler lifted his eyes, glass of whiskey in his hand. “I took Ash down to the shed when he asked, let him in . . . then I watched him kill Hick. I watched, with a fucking smile on my face, as he sliced that prick’s throat open, and we stayed until he was completely drained of blood and gone to the boatman.” He took a sip of his whiskey. “With no coins on his eyes.”
Wrox and his chapter threw the first fist. The room became a storm of hands and knives and blood. I stepped back and ran my hands over my fucking head. Adelita . . . fucking Adelita! Were they even fucking listening to me about my bitch? They needed to cut this shit over a brother that had deserved to die and help me get her back. I didn’t have time for this. I didn’t fucking have time!
Tank looked back at me, then held my arms. “I swear, Tann. We’ll get her back. We’ll get a plan together and go.” Bull shouted for Tank as he was taken on by two men. Tank whipped his head back, then ran to help his friend. Styx and Ky were fighting too. Ash and Flame . . . every fucker was fighting, not fucking listening to me.
I needed to get a plan. I had no fucking time to fight. I needed to get to Adelita. Making my way to the door, I hit any asshole who came at me. By the time I’d made it out the door, my knuckles were red, raw and ripped. I’d left a trail of broken noses and fractured jaws. They’d chosen the wrong fucking day to mess with me. But I didn’t care. I just headed for my room. My hands pushed through my hair as I tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t know what the fuck to do! Rushing to