Never a Saint - Lila Rose Page 0,67

With a strength I knew was fueled by his rage, Kylo picked Henry up by his tee and punched him in the face.

“That was for Samantha.”

He hit him again in the face before Henry could recover and snarled, “That was for me.”

Kylo dropped him. Immediately, Henry moaned and started begging again. With a fluid motion, Kylo pulled a knife out of the back of his jeans and unsheathed it. He threw the cover down, hauled Henry up, and pushed him up against the wall.

“You fuckin’ think you get to live in this world when you’ve done damn nothin’ but tarnish it?” He stabbed the knife into Henry’s side. Henry groaned and cried out. “You’re worthless. You’re nothin’. The best fuckin’ thing you did for me was give me over to Boom. Other than that, you’re a waste of space, and the world will be better without you.” He withdrew the knife and planted it in Henry’s thigh.

Henry’s screams were like music to my ears.

“Saint,” Kylo called.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Come have your fun before I end this fucker’s life. I don’t want to waste any more time on him.”

“You’re right. He ain’t worth it,” I said as I walked over. “Drop him,” I added.

Kylo did, and Henry fell to the floor, whimpering and moaning in pain.

Good.

Pulling back my foot, I kicked the motherfucker in the gut, the face, the legs. I wanted every inch of him in pain. Every fucking inch.

Panting, I crouched in front of him and gripped his oily hair in my fist, tugging up his head so he could look at me through his swollen eyes. “You know you’re gonna die.” His eyes flared to what they could. Fear rolled off him. He reeked of it. “You shouldn’t have come after him. You shouldn’t have laid a hand on him, or had those fuckers, who will pay in jail, touch him. Kylo’s ours. He’s Diamond, but more importantly, he’s mine.” I wound a hand around his neck and shifted him up the wall, so he sat on the floor. My grip tightened, cutting off his oxygen. He tried to fight, tried to pry my hand away, but I held on and watched him struggle until he near passed out.

Letting go, I stood and shifted back.

Kylo lifted his chin toward me and moved in.

Henry shifted his gaze, seeing Kylo tap the knife against his thigh while he looked in disgust down at the man who helped bring him into the world.

Kylo didn’t say anything as he slowly leaned down and forward, the knife held out in front of him. Henry went to grab it, but I got there and knocked his working hand away. A second later, Kylo dug the tip of the knife into Henry’s skin at his neck.

“Enjoy your time in hell, motherfucker,” he bit out and sliced the knife across Henry’s throat. It cut in deeply, blood squirting and coating the front of Henry, Kylo’s arms, and the floor.

When Kylo stood and stepped back, I moved close to his side, and we stayed there until the life drifted from Henry’s eyes and he slumped back against the wall.

“He deserved it,” I said.

Kylo nodded. “He did.”

I ran my fingers over his hand. “You okay?”

Kylo shrugged, glancing at me. “Maybe I should feel bad for takin’ a life, but I don’t.”

“I was the same when I took my first,” I said.

“When?” he asked.

“Just after I got patched in. You remember the attack we had here at the compound?”

“Yeah, I heard Boom talkin’ about the fuckers who wanted to take on Diamond so they could deal cocaine in our area.”

I nodded. “I killed to protect the club, to protect the brothers, and I don’t regret it.”

“Club is life,” Kylo said.

“It is.” I took his hand as he threw the knife to the ground beside Henry’s lifeless body. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up. We’ll grab some drinks after in the common room. Surround ourselves with the brothers.”

“Sounds fuckin’ good.”

We knew the brothers would clean up our mess, so I took Kylo to my room in the compound. Only when I opened the door, I realized my mistake when I saw the brochures on my bed.

“What’s that?” he asked when I stilled.

Shifting over to the bed, I collected them, but Kylo was right there next to me. He picked one up. “You lookin’ at buyin’ a place?” he groaned. “Zion, please tell me it’s not because of what happened at your house with me?”

“It’s not,” I said quickly.

“Zion—”

“Been wantin’ to move