my shirt off the floor.
“He didn’t deserve it. I knew the truth and my dad still wanted him dead. I don’t want to kill without a reason.”
“Isn’t that what hitmen do? Kill who they are told to kill?”
“Not me. I think it’s why I was jumped. My dad is looking for the information I have that I’m not willing to give up.” She shrugs her shoulders. What the hell is this little girl up to?
“Which is?”
“My dad is fucking around behind all his contacts backs. He’s playing them all against each other. In the end, there will only be one.”
“Let me guess. Him?” She nods once more. “Why are you tellin’ me this? You don’t know if I know him or if my club has business with him,” I tell her.
“Your tattoo says Chicago. He doesn’t have dealings in Chicago.”
“So? We have chapters all over the country, Silla. You shouldn’t be openin’ your mouth the way you are. You can’t trust anyone,” I tell her. It’s the truth. You can’t trust people with that kind of shit. They’ll use it against you.
“You took care of me. You lied for me. Why shouldn’t I trust you?” I turn back to look at her as she stands from the bed and what? Challenges me? That’s what it looks like. Her head’s held high, her eyes are on fire. What the hell is she thinking?
“You wanna know why? Because I’m a nobody,” I say, stepping closer to her. “I’m the man that is about to go murder his own father.” Her eyes sparkle with interest. I know that look.
“Take me with you.” I laugh when the words leave her mouth.
“Not a chance in hell. You got your memory back, go do what you do.” I turn to grab my bag, tossing it over my shoulder before heading toward the door.
“Take me with you!” Her screams make my cock hard. I turn to look at her and see the desire, the desperation in her eyes. Tilting my head to the side, I take her in.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you wanna go with me? This isn’t a game. Shit happened and now it’s all about revenge, Silla. You could get hurt.”
“I won’t.” I set my bag on the floor and move toward her, grabbing her around the back of her neck.
“I’m not goin’ to play games, Silla. I’m goin’ to kill my father.”
“Then let’s kill him before I go after mine.”
Chapter Eight
Mystic was able to hook me up with a bike and Silla stitched up my cut where the bullet tore through it. I shrug it on as I look at myself in the hotel mirror. She stands next to me, an evil glint in her eyes. I was shocked when she said she wanted to go, but the idea of her being around when I handle business hasn’t sat well with me. She didn’t lie to me about who she was or what she was because I asked Mystic to check that shit too. He confirmed it all, but as of now, her father has her as missing. We have no idea what that means.
“I know he tried to have me killed. I’m supposed to be dead, Grave.” Hearing her call me that sends a chill down my spine. I’ve missed hearing that name.
“But you’re not.”
“No, I’m not but he doesn’t have confirmation.”
“You said he has no connections in Chicago, yeah?” Our eyes lock in the mirror as she nods her head. “Then don’t worry about him just yet. Let me handle my business, then we’ll handle yours.” Her mouth parts slightly as she looks at me. I know what I said.
“We?”
“Yeah, we. You think I’m lettin’ you go after him alone? Knowin’ what I do now? Not a fuckin’ chance.”
“I can handle myself!”
“Clearly. You got shot.” I chuckle, nodding toward her side.
“I don’t need your help, Grave! You know what? Fuck all this! Fuck you!” Grabbing her bag, she tosses it over her shoulder and heads for the door when I move to stop her. I grab her around the waist, lifting her off the floor. She kicks and tries to fight but when I move my lips over her neck, she shudders.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?”
“You can’t just keep kissing me and think that’s it. It doesn’t work like that! I’m nothing to you!” She screams louder, but once again, I prove my point by nipping at her flesh. Silla moans and that’s about all I can handle. I move, pressing her