“I want you groveling at my feet,” I coolly reply.
He gulps, and I bet he’d love to protest, but I have him where I want him. His brothers are pissed at him. I’m pissed at him. Sinner would lynch him if he discovered what he did, and Darrow will be out for his blood now too.
He is at my mercy, and he knows it.
“Whatever it takes.”
When he doesn’t move, I arch a brow and stare at him.
“What?” he asks, looking confused.
A knowing smile curves the corners of Saint’s mouth, and Caz chuckles. Theo’s lips twitch while his fingers fly over the keypad of his tablet.
“I meant it literally,” I explain, enjoying watching all the blood drain from his face.
“You can’t be serious?”
I school my features into a neutral line. “Do I look like I’m not?”
He glances at Saint.
“Don’t look at him,” I snap. “I’m calling the shots now.” I curl my fingers at him. “Get up here and kneel before me.”
Slowly, he stands, biting back a hiss of pain and clutching his upper torso as he hobbles toward me. His entire face is flushed red with anger when he reaches me, but he doesn’t bother arguing anymore, clutching the side of Saint’s chair as he painfully lowers himself to his knees.
“Kiss my feet,” I demand, smirking as he leans down and kisses the toes of my mucky boots. “Stay there until I tell you to get up.”
Saint pins me with one of his trademark amused looks while Caz is full-on grinning. Theo is oblivious, lost in technology.
“We should hit the road soon,” Saint says. “It’ll take six hours to reach Grenlow, and it’s best to get there before dark.”
“I’m not going to the safe house. You’ll take me to the training facility like Sinner requested.”
“Like fuck I will.” Saint’s heated expression and response are predictable.
“You cannot shield me from this, and I’m not running.”
“Babe, initiation is hardcore fucked-up shit,” Caz says.
“You think I don’t know that?” I lean forward in my chair. “That I’m not capable?”
Galen hisses, and I’m guessing he’s uncomfortable bent over like that.
Well, screw him.
I reach down, grab handfuls of his messy dark hair, and tug on the strands. “Stay still,” I snap.
“We know how resourceful you are, Lo.” Saint rubs at his mouth. “But the training process is extremely physical, and the initiation tasks usually involve violence and criminal activities. None of us want that for you.”
“What we want doesn’t come into this,” I say. “It’s doing what needs to be done to achieve our end goal.”
“Which is?” Theo asks, lifting his head from his screen.
“The same one it’s always been. Vengeance.”
“Look, none of us have allegiance to Sinner,” Saint says, pinning me with a grave expression. “Our plan was always to climb the ranks and take control as soon as possible so we can restore order to The Sainthood. Kidnapping, torturing, and murdering kids and women is not something any of us signed up for. Hell, most members in most chapters feel the same way. Sinner’s new direction makes a lot of members uncomfortable, but he has powerful allies, and he’s a bona fide psychopath. He won’t be easy to take down.”
“I know that, but I have a plan.”
