Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,141

Defiance clubhouse. They are my friends, don’t worry. I’m not in any danger, but Hunter?”

My stomach churns at the thought of her being with fucking bikers. “Yeah, Sav?”

“I could really use your help right now.”

Standing abruptly, I take a quick gulp of my whiskey, then slam the glass back down. Walking toward my closet to get changed, I puff out my chest. “I’m only ever a phone call away. I’m here for you… always, okay?”

She sniffles like she’s crying again. It only makes me more fucking angry at King for leaving her. I knew who she was with the second she left San Antonio. So, her saying her ride ditched her can only mean one thing—Titus-fucking-King.

“Thank you, Mr. Blue.”

I love it when she calls me that.

“Hold on, Sav, I’m coming…” I say, then she ends the call.

My breaths come in fast and hard as I pick up my glass and hurtle it across the room. “Fucking cocksucker!” I yell.

How dare he abandon her!

She is worth so much fucking more than he is giving her. I rip open my closet door, grabbing a change of clothes, and get dressed as quickly as possible. Turning, I head for the door as my underboss walks out of the torture room. “Boss, what do you want us to do with Jarrah?”

I curl up my lip in anger. “Kill him.”

He nods, turning back for the room he just came from as I grab my car keys to go get my girl. She’s not my girl yet, but fuck if King’s little display of assholery doesn’t make this game a little easier for me.

However, Savanah is not a prize. She’s a fucking person. From what I’ve seen so far, a fucking great person at that, and King is playing monopoly with her heart.

Well, not anymore.

It’s time for me to step in and tell Savanah what’s happening.

I’m not waiting anymore for him to sweep her away from me.

King, it’s time for your reign to end.

7

Savanah

Sitting in the main room of the clubhouse, the alarm sounds for an incoming unknown vehicle. I signal to Zero, informing him it should be my ride, so he lifts his chin at Neon, and he opens the gate.

I walk to the front door at the same time Hunter walks in. As he enters the clubhouse, the atmosphere in the room changes. Upon seeing him, every muscle in my body finally relaxes, like they didn’t know they were craving him for some reason.

But he, on the other hand, is tense. His shoulders are strong, pulled back, commanding authority. His eyes meet mine, then suddenly, the click of a dozen safeties flick off.

My muscles seize as I slowly turn. All the brothers of the clubhouse have their guns aimed directly at Hunter. No hesitation, complete focus in their eyes.

“What the fuck?” I blurt out.

Hunter exhales. “There’s something I need to tell you, Savanah.”

Letting out a heavy exhale, I glance from Zero to Hunter. “I don’t know how much more I can take, to be honest.”

Zero strides over, his gun still aimed at Hunter.

Unwavering.

Unmoving.

“Sav, you need to hear this. It involves your family, too,” Zero says.

I spin around facing Zero. “What? How do you know?”

“We background check everyone who comes into the club. We knew who you were even if you didn’t, Sav.”

I turn to Hunter. He’s holding his hands up to Zero in some sort of placating gesture. “I’m not carrying. I come here solely for Savanah. While I’m here, my interest is her, but I do need to tell Savanah who I am. Who she is.”

My head is spinning so fucking fast.

Zero lowers his weapon to his side. “Sav, take him to the cookout area. You can talk out there, but you make one wrong move, McHale, we won’t hesitate.”

Furrowing my brow, I reach out, grabbing Hunter’s hand and yank him toward the cookout area. I need to know what the hell is going on, and I need to know now.

We take a seat around the fire pit, and he runs his fingers through his short, dark hair. “Sav, there’s so much to tell you.”

“Then you better get started because I’m kind of freaking out over here.”

“Right! I’ll start with your family… your father. He’s not a business broker. That’s a front—”

“A front for what?”

“He’s San Antonio’s leader of the Le Milieu.” Hunter stares at me like I should understand what that means or at least be shocked by it. All I know is, it’s a French word. “Okay? So what’s that?”

Hunter sits