Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,7

like he was planning to tear my cell phone from my grasp.

"I’m not going to," I said, tearing my arm back out of his hold. "I'll keep your little secret, you can trust me on that. What I need to do now is sort this shit out. We’ve got a massacre and a dying man on our hands and I’m guessing you don’t have any way to help us deal with that. So you can drive us back to the others while I make this call."

I stalked away from him and his suspicious looks and climbed into the back of his Mustang as I stared down at my phone like it was a ticking bomb about to go off in my face.

Monroe rolled the bike I’d ridden here out of the road and shoved it into the trees as I hesitated with my thumb over the call button. Why did doing this one simple thing feel like signing my own death sentence?

Tatum moved around the car and climbed into the passenger seat, turning to look over her shoulder at me with fear in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked me as my gaze roamed over the blood on her skin.

"Fixing this," I said in a rough voice as I held back on the entire truth. Selling my soul to the devil for you, baby.

Her lips parted but I hit dial before she could ask any more and Monroe leapt into the car, starting the engine and turning us back towards the cabin.

It only rang twice before it connected and my uncle's amused laughter came down the speaker, sending a curl of rage dancing through my limbs.

"I knew you couldn't keep running from ya family, Kyan lad," Niall said, seeming like a jolly fool despite the fact that he was the most dangerous man I knew.

"I've never run from a thing in my damn life," I growled and Monroe met my gaze in the rear-view mirror for a moment like he'd just figured out exactly who I was calling. I'd told him enough about my family during our training sessions for him to have some understanding of how little I wanted to be having this conversation with them. But I’d do it for Saint. For her. This family of five I’d found for myself were worth any sacrifice I had to make. Certainly worth far more than the people who had bought me into this fucked up world.

"Pa will be so pleased to know you're back in the fold," Niall replied, ignoring my words as I felt the leash wrap tight around my throat like I'd always known it would again one day, no matter how much I'd ached to leave it behind.

"Well the price of my return is a doctor and a clean up," I said, swallowing down my hatred for my family with as much disdain as I could manage even though I knew I was losing the only shot I'd ever really had at escaping them.

Niall was the only one amongst them who I had even an ounce of respect for and that was mainly because I knew he only ever killed people he felt truly deserved it. Despite that prerequisite to his violent tendencies he was the most bloodthirsty and arguably the most deranged member of my genetically related family. He certainly had the most blood on his hands and would most definitely be the one sent after me if I ever pushed my grandpa too far and outlived my usefulness. Still, there was something about the psychotic bastard that I liked in my own fucked up way. And if I had to call on any of them for this favour then he was always going to be my uncle of choice.

Tatum was still watching me as we raced back down the road, but I didn't look at her. I didn't want her to see me selling myself out even if it was the only choice we had right now.

"How many bodies?" Niall asked, sounding more amused by the second as he realised I was buying my way back in with death.

"I lost count," I said honestly and he laughed louder, clapping his hands in excitement.

"I knew you had the O’Brien blood running hot in ya veins, lad," he cooed. "Just send me your location and I'll have it dealt with."

"The doctor needs to be fast," I demanded.

"Don't fret, lad. I'll forward the location of the best nearby when I know where you are and make