I don’t know which outcome I’m more afraid of.
And that, more than anything else, tells me just how deep I’ve fallen.
How completely I’ve lost myself in this world I was supposed to infiltrate and destroy.
I think I’m about to find out the truth Marcus died for.
I just hope I survive it.
Chapter Nineteen
ELIZABETH
Sin emerges from his office like a storm rolling in. He’s silent, powerful, inevitable. His mismatched eyes find me immediately, and the weight of his gaze makes my stomach drop. There’s no warmth there now, none of the heat I’ve grown accustomed to. Just cold assessment.
This is Sin, the president.
Not Sin, the man who kissed me in the desert.
Not Sin, who fucked me on a bed of literal gold.
He knows something is up, and he means business.
“What’s going on here, then?” His voice cuts through the tension, arms crossed over his chest as he takes in the scene in front of him. Ghost’s hand is still firm around my arm. The brothers are scattered throughout the room, all conversations stopped, all eyes watching.
My pulse is hammering so hard in my throat I feel like my heart is going to explode from fear. Every instinct screams at me to run, but there’s nowhere to go.
I’m caught, exposed, and the walls are closing in.
Ghost’s jaw works for a moment before he speaks, “My cameras caught her snooping where she shouldn’t be. She used my code, snuck into my den. She’s digging into shit we don’t want dug up, Pres.”
The air leaves my lungs in a rush.
Sin’s expression morphs, though I can’t tell what the emotion is behind it. Something flickers in those impossible eyes, disappointment, maybe, or calculation. He studies me for what feels like an eternity, and I can’t look away.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think past the roaring in my damn ears.
“You didwhat?”The words are low, but they roll through the room like thunder. His tone doesn’t rise—he doesn’t need it to. Power radiates off him in waves. “You went into Ghost’s den? You used a club code? You broke into a brother’s private space?” He stands taller, shoulders squared, the veins in his forearms flexing as he drags a hand down his face. “You’ve got somegoddamnnerve, Elizabeth.” The way he says my name is pure venom.
He stalks closer, the scrape of his boots on the floor echoing in the tense silence. “You think this is a fucking game? That the rules here don’t apply to you because I let you into my bed?” His jaw ticks, fury simmering just beneath the surface. “You’ve embarrassed me. You’ve made me look like a damn fool in front of my brothers.”
His gaze flicks to Ghost and Nitro, then back to me, sharp as broken glass. “You’ve disrespected my patch, my position, and every fucking man in this club. Youdon’tget to hide behind a pretty face while you stab us in the goddamn back.”
The silence that follows is suffocating. His mismatched eyes burn into mine, equal parts rage and disappointment, and for the first time, I see just how dangerous Sin really is when he’s betrayed. “You had my trust,” he says, quieter now, but the weight of it hits harder than his anger. “And youpissedall over it…Chapel.” The single word at the end is absolute authority. His head jerks toward Nitro, who’s already pushing himself up from the couch. “Now!” The booming tone sends a shudder through me, and it’s not the pleasurable kind that he normally elicits from me.
My legs threaten to give out as Ghost tugs me forward.
This is it.
This is how I die.
I’m going to disappear into that room, and no one will ever know what happened to me.
Is this what happened to my brother?
The thought of my brother steadies me, even as terror claws up my spine. Whatever happens next, I came here for him. To find the truth. If I’m going down, at least I’ll know I tried.
