Nav rushed over and pushed his father back toward the double doors. “Let’s go downstairs and check on Jackson.” Nav looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes as he shoved his father out of the room. But not before he took one last dig at Rhea.
“This is on you, Gabby.”
Rhea covered her face with her hands as the door swung open, and Kronos stepped in. He glared at me before moving to his wife, Zeus and Asclepius right behind him. I looked over at Cash and rolled my eyes, and he and Colt chuckled.
“Are you okay, Rosebud?”
Rhea shook her head. “He’s just like him, Lucas. He became him, and he blames me for it. They all do.”
“Fuck them,” he hissed. “You’ve had a great life without them.”
I sighed heavily as I stood up. “I think we’re done here,” I said, dismissing them.
“Have a little compassion, King.”
“Fuck you, Kronos. Your family bullshit has nothing to do with me. Maybe it’s time you all went back to fucking Texas.”
Kronos stood up and glared at me again. “Listen, you little shit,” he started. Mimic stood up, pulling his gun.
“You heard my president.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Grace
I stepped inside the clubhouse with Beck and Sam. Haizley was waiting for me. She pulled me into her arms and whispered in my ear, “We’ve got you.”
Until they knew what I’d planned to do. Then they would say the same thing I’d been telling myself. I deserved this. This was Karma. My punishment for my stupidity and my pride. Punishment for the anger that led me to try and frame a man for rape.
A man I’d fallen in love with.
A man I had to walk away from now.
There was no other option.
I was broken.
I was dirty.
“Let’s get you upstairs,” Sam said. I walked down the hall with my friends. Women I had come to love like sisters. We walked quietly up the stairs to the second floor, and when they moved toward the next set of stairs, I stopped them.
“No, I want to go to my room.”
“King said—”
“I don’t care what King said. I want to go to my room.”
“Then that’s where we go,” Haizley affirmed. She was on my side; for now, anyway.
I opened my door and looked around. Was it really only yesterday that he’d been in this room with me? Made love to mein the shower? I took a deep breath, craving his scent. I wanted to hold on to what I had left of him.
“Grace, why don’t you take a shower,” Sam suggested. “How are you feeling?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t talk about it. Not yet. Not with them. I wasn’t sure I could talk to anyone about what happened. What they did to me. It was my secret to hold. My shame to bear.
“Johnny?” I asked, changing the subject.
“He’s okay. He had surgery yesterday. The bullet missed his heart but hit his lung. Patch said he’ll need time, but he will make a full recovery.”
