“He did,” Tate states.
“Then make it hurt,” Teresa whispers, getting up with her Alpha and walkin’ away. Something about those words resonates with Tate, and he takes a deep breath as they start to walk away.
“One more thing, Dread,” Tate calls out, making the man turn with his Omega in his arms. “Call him and tell him Teresa needs him, you’ll meet him at the warehouse.”
It’s the final test, Tate needs validation that he’s making the right decision. Dread nods, pulling out his phone; it goes to voicemail, and he sends a text as well. He holds it out, showing Tate the message.
“I never wanted this shit to happen, kid,” Dread says.
“Just go,” Tate dismisses them.
Teresa walks away with her bonded, and I hope Lily understands her choice.
A part of me feels sick that she is choosing to go with Dread and not stay for Lily, but how could she? She was bonded to the man who attempted to destroy this club, even if she’s an Omega. That wouldn’t stand up well with the club. Teresa might be naïve to what was going on in her own house, but she isn’t stupid.
“You did the right thing,” I tell him, and I mean it wholeheartedly.
“Hope so,” he replies.
“You did; Lily will understand.”
“I can only fuckin’ hope. Let’s get on the road,” Tate sighs.
My heart practically pounds out of my fuckin’ chest the entire ride. We haven’t received any concerning messages, but part of me knows this isn’t going to be fuckin’ easy.
I’mnervous as Axel and I ride towards the warehouse, and I don’t know if I did the right thing letting Dread go, but I just couldn’t do that to Lily or Teresa. I know what I have to do when it comes to my father, and even if my palms are sweating and it feels like I might throw up, my conscience is clear on that front.
Teresa already lost a son and is losing a bonded Alpha, I couldn’t take Dread away from her too—at least that’s what I’m telling myself. I don’t think I could have killed Dread. Maybe if he knew about my father deliberately takin’ Lily, but after what he said… I just couldn’t.
I shake my head, focusing on the road and the brutal task ahead of me.
The club is being diverted to Panama City, while my father should be held up at the warehouse.
I pull out my phone as it buzzes. It’s a text from Cash.
He lets me know that they have my father tied up, but they’re worried about the rest of the club becoming suspicious. I have the same fuckin’ worry. All it takes is them turning around and coming back to the warehouse for us to have a full-on civil war on our hands.
I know I’ll have to kill men I’ve known my whole life, but I still haven’t wrapped my head around it all. I have to be the one to take my father out; it has to be me who sets this wayward club straight.
If I don’t handle this now, Lily won’t be safe and this club will fall.
I’m not sure how I went from a nomad to being completely devoted to this club, but I am.
Maybe it’s because this is where Lily wants to be, or maybe as his son I have to absolve the club of his sins, no matter if the cost is my soul.
My heart rages in my chest as we pull up to the warehouse. The two bikes out front are my dad’s and Doc’s. Cash probably hid his bike ‘round back so my father wouldn’t suspect anything.
Now that it’s about to go down, there’s a sinking feeling in my gut that won’t fuck off. Can I really go through with this? Can I really put my own fuckin’ father down?
I haven’t thought about my mother in years; it was easier to forget her. But of course, now is when her memory comes out to haunt me. I know she would hate the man I’ve become, but I think she would’ve hated my father more.
I don’t know how my father conned two beautiful Omegas into his web of evil, but there’s a part of me that worries I’m doin’ the same thing to Lily. I swallow that shit down quick.
Don’t be a fuckin’ pussy.
“You need a second, man?” Axel asks me as we hop off our bikes, just staring at the warehouse. “You don’t have to be the one to do it,” he offers.
“Yeah, I do.”
