truck crashed through the gate and they kept shooting at it, triggered an explosion. Damaged the building pretty bad. Took out three Jacks. Benson made it out in time. But T-Rex…”
“He didn’t make it?”
“Sparky and Gunner had gone around to help you with T-Rex. When they didn’t see you, they went through the hole you’d cut in the fence while the Jacks were distracted by the truck. Gun broke the lock on the door to the dungeon. They found…” Jagger choked on his words. “A body. Not breathing. No pulse. They were pretty sure it was T-Rex although his face was so beaten it was unrecognizable, and it was dark. Same color hair though, same size, and Mario said he was in there. They couldn’t find his cut, but they found this.” He held up the medallion T-Rex had always worn around his neck—gift from Tank when T-Rex been patched into the club, along with a special blade.
Zane’s heart squeezed in his chest. “Fuck.”
“They couldn’t get him out.” Jagger’s voice tightened and he looked away. “They tried … but we’d spotted more Jacks on the way. I couldn’t lose them, too. When they called me, I told them to get out of there. He was dead. There wasn’t anything we could do for him.”
Zane felt the news like a fist in his gut. T-Rex had died to save his Evie. It was a debt he could never repay.
“I don’t want this life for her, Jag.” He reached over, threaded his fingers through hers. “I want her to have the kind of life she had before. Safe. Peaceful. I can’t give her that when I’m wearing this cut, and I can’t give it to her as a civilian with a damn warrant hanging over my head.”
“You’d give up the life?” Jagger rubbed his thumb absently over the Sinner’s skull ring on his finger—the president’s mark.
“I’d give up anything for her.”
Jagger let out a long, ragged breath. “She wouldn’t want that. I don’t want it. Before you do anything drastic, you need to talk to her about it first.”
Jagger was right. Evie wouldn’t want him to give up his cut. But he was wrong about the talking. Zane had a plan. He’d already talked to Richard, the club attorney, and worked out the details. If he stayed, Evie might talk him out of it. If he left, it would be done and they could move on.
“I want to give her the option.” He scraped a hand through his hair, and it came away black with soot from the fire. “As long as I’m a wanted man, I can’t give them a normal life. And I’ll always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the day Viper or someone like him goes to the cops. But it’s not just that. I’ve lived my whole life in hiding. I’ve lived in the shadows. Evie brought me to the light. I don’t want to hide anymore. I want the truth to come out. The truth about what happened the night I left Stanton. The truth about how I feel.”
He shrugged off his cut, folded it carefully, and handed it to Jagger. “I talked to Richard. He says if I go up to Stanton and turn myself in they’ll process me and stick me in the slammer for a coupla days, maybe a week. He’ll be there for the interview and to arrange bail.”
“Fuck.” Jagger scrubbed his hands over his face. “Don’t do this. You know we’ll protect you.”
“I gotta do it, Jag. It’s the only way.”
“The club will bail you out then,” Jagger said. “Whatever the cost.”
Zane nodded his appreciation. “Richard said the bail conditions usually include not associating with known felons or criminal organizations. I’m guessing he means the club. I’ll be there for T-Rex’s funeral unless something goes wrong, but I’ll stay away from the brothers. He says our big chance is the preliminary hearing where we try to show the judge there’s not enough evidence to go to trial. Best-case scenario, I walk. Worst-case scenario, I spend the next twenty years in jail for something I didn’t do.”
“That won’t happen. If it gets to that we’ll break you out.”
Zane laughed. “I thought you were gonna say you’d hire a better lawyer. But, yeah, break me out. I’d go fucking crazy if I had to spend twenty years staring at the same four walls. Grand gestures are only good if there’s someone to appreciate them.”
“She might not take you back if you leave