“I had hoped I wouldn’t have to do this, but you’ve left me with no choice…”
I glance up and she’s at the bottom of the stairs so I put the bar between us.
“Wouldn’t have to do what?” I ask stalling for time.
“Kill you. I do not want to be saddled with your kid.”
Unadulterated anger rolls through me at the mere thought of her playing mom to my son.
“Don’t worry, it’s not something you’ll have to deal with,” I assure her.
Time could have slowed, or sped up giving me clarity, either way, I grab the gun under the bar and release the safety.
Having a gun aimed at her doesn’t faze her, it almost goads her on.
“Never hesitate.”
I take my grandpa’s advice and squeeze the trigger. The shot echoes as her body hits the floor.
I don’t move until a long minute has passed. I stare down at the gun and place it back in its place with as much care as if I were handling a newborn baby. Leaning over the bar top, her blood pools around her, her eyes wide open, frozen in time. Taking small steps, I drop beside her body and uselessly check for her pulse. I’m not expecting one, but my stomach still rolls with nausea when I feel nothing. I’ve killed the Mayor’s daughter. This is going to be bad for the club, for Luca. I shouldn’t have shot her, this is bad, bad, bad.
30
King
Agun shot wakes me. I leap out of bed and shove my legs into my jeans and reach for my gun. Dizziness hits me and I shake it off. The space beside mine on the bed is empty and I know this has something to do with crazy tits. She’s either shot the prospect or Warren or one of them has shot her. Any scenario isn’t good. Running down the stairs, I stop short and my heart sinks into my stomach.
The scent of blood fills the air as well as the sound of Victoria’s quiet sobs. She’s not meant to be here. She wasn’t here when I went to bed a few hours ago.
She is sat beside Annabel’s dead body. Is she wearing Victoria’s clothes? My president’s old lady’s face is bruised, and her left eye is swollen. She has teeth marks on her shoulder. Kneeling beside her, I cup her cheek. “What the fuck happened?”
She sobs, then tells me, “We came back early, I found her snooping in my room. She came at me, and we fought. I managed to run but she chased me, and then I managed to get Luca’s gun from behind the bar.”
Luca. Fuck. He’s going to fucking kill me. No, he’s going to torture me then kill me. He sliced out a guy’s guts for putting his wife in danger. What the fuck is he going to do to me.
Glancing at the body, I stare at the placement of the bullet hole.
“You got her straight in the heart.”
“I don’t know if it was luck or because my dad and grandpa taught me when I was a kid.”
She hangs her head in her hands and cries. Standing, I look down over Annabel. This isn’t good for any of us. She’s the Mayor’s daughter. She is going to be missed. There will be an investigation, not that I need to worry about that, Luca will kill me as soon as he returns. I had one job and that was to keep Annabel away from Victoria.
She starts to freak out and I can’t think. I pace the bar, I have to think of something.
“What the fuck went on here?”
Victoria looks up and tells Warren, “I need Luca.” As if she has remembered something, she pats herself down and finds her phone. She has his number up and the phone to her ear in no time.
“Babe, I need you to come home now,” she sobs. I needed to be the one to call him. “Something bad has happened.” She doesn’t stay quiet for long, then goes on to say, “She tried to kill me, was in our room, then, she ran, and came at me, I tried getting to the bathroom then I had to come down to the bar…” she trails off into more sobs. She drops the phone, and I pick it up.
“Prez, it’s King.”
“Since my old lady ain’t making no fuckin’ sense, tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“I’m not sure myself, apart from Annabel’s dead and Victoria shot her.”
The line is silent for less than twenty seconds before he instructs, “Bleach the place down, get rid of the body, and King?”
