last step towards her until I’m standing over her, the need to kill her thrumming through my blood. “She risked her life for you, you miserable cunt. She stood up and stopped the Demons from hurting you.”
She blinks back tears but I’ve got no fucking time for that shit. “She practically put herself on a platter! She’s a biker slut. She saw a patch she liked the look of and threw herself at them—”
Her words are cut off by my hand around her throat. I’ve never laid hands on a woman before but fuck if I’m going to get the job done right. She didn’t just fuck with my girl, she stepped out on the club.
“She stood in for her friend to save you all and your jealous fucking self didn’t even stop to say thank you. Now that’s enough to get your ass kicked out but to lie to her about me? To tell her I want her dead? Bitch, you fucked with the wrong man.”
Her eyes start bugging out before I drop her back down to the ground and she collapses to her knees.
“Listen carefully. Angel is mine and if I find out one of you cunts so much as side-eye her you’ll get the same as Diamond. You hear me?”
I ride out to the lake to clear my head.
Axe must have called Rue because I find him tailing me before I even hit the highway, riding like a reckless fucking idiot because clearly he’s in one of those moods where he wants to flirt with death. He’s spent his whole damn life trying to decide if he wants to live or die and something is going on in that grumpy fucking head of his that has him questioning if he needs to go out in a blaze of glory.
I wait until we park up by the lake before I take a deep breath and try to calm the fuck down.
Rue glances at the blood on my hands and says, “Diamond?”
“Dealt with. We’re gonna need to spend more time at The Boulevard.”
He shrugs. “Worth it. Angel is fucking worth it.”
Damn fucking right she is. I glance around but the place is empty like it always is. There’s a reason I headed up this way once I knew Rue was riding along.
“Look. We need to talk about your little flower.”
It’s like a thunderstorm rolling in, I see the darkness shutter across his face. “No we fucking don’t. Have I said a single fucking thing about your woman? Nope, I kept my mouth shut.”
Fuck, maybe I should have brought Speck out here just so we’d have a referee but he’s still hobbling around like he’s on the brink of death. “Shut up, asshole, I’m trying to tell you we have a whole new fucking problem to deal with. I’ve risked my ass for her on the run so cut the shit.”
He doesn’t say a word not even when I pull the silencer out of my pocket, like I need to prove to him and myself that I’m not fucking losing it or something.
“I got separated from the others at the drop off. I ended up with a gun to the back of my head from the Demon Enforcer.”
Rue frowns. “I thought you got him with a fucking headshot.”
I shake my head slowly. “Rue, I didn’t kill him. I was about to be taken the fuck out except then another Demon shows up, talks him outta killing me.”
I hand him the silencer and he frowns down at it. “What the fuck is this?”
“That would be the silencer Colt Graves used to kill Cliff without being heard. He let me go, doesn’t say a fucking word to me, just lets me leave with my skull still intact.”
Rue scowls down at the silencer in his hand like it's some impossible thing. I know exactly how he feels, I’ve been staring at the fucking thing for days… trying to make sense of what the fuck it all means.
“Why didn’t you tell King or Hawk?”
I blow out a breath. This is the hard bit. “I live and bleed Unseen… but I also know Posey like I know Trink. I’ve watched that kid grow up, I know exactly who she is, no matter how much shit I give you about her. If I tell King he’s going to think she’s in on this somehow… that she’s some sort of sleeper cell in our club.”
Rue curses under his breath, swipes a hand over his face. “She’s not.