Sabrina’s eyes bugged out. “Saint Rosa ain’t such a saint now, is she? And how do both of you know I’m not Ernie’s daughter by blood?”
Rodrigo sneered. “You don’t look like anyone else in the family. Everyone knows thatputamother of yours slept around a lot. You could be anyone’s kid, like that Scrap guy’s.”
Sabrina’s ire fell away like wilted petals from a plucked daisy. Raquel wanted her to be Scrap’s daughter just to inherit and sell his assets. No one wanted her to be Ernie’s daughter except for her. And she still had no idea at all about who she came from. It was maddening, and at the same time, depressing.
Rodrigo continued with a dismissive wave of his hand. “None of that shit matters. Your name is still listed as one of the beneficiaries.” He picked up the sheaf of papers and shook them at her. “This is saying you relinquish your share ’cause you’re notblood kin to him and that you’ll turn over your part to me. If I have to, I can just give Rosa some of your half so she’ll fuck off.”
Then he went there with the coup d’état. “You don’t deserve nothing that wasmydad’s.”
Heart shot right through the chest. The pain couldn’t be any thicker if it was a real bullet. “He was my dad too.” Her voice got quiet as she absorbed the verbal blow.
“He was never your dad. You were just a parasite left behind by your mom.”
The breath left Sabrina’s lungs in a whoosh. Her knees wanted to buckle so badly, and it took every bit of her willpower to stay standing. “That’s not true.”
Rodrigo opened his mouth to say more when the bell announced someone else.
Specs walked in. His round eyes grew even bigger behind his glasses as he took them in. “Oh, I didn’t expect anyone else to be here.”
Sabrina didn’t know the man very well, only that he had joined the Iron City Knights fairly recently. She remembered he had a cut and a bike and was aces at spreadsheets. That’s about it. “I’m sorry, Specs. Did you have a late appointment? We’re actually closed.”
Cicely came out. “What’s going on? Who is this, and why is he here?”
Specs shook his head. “You were supposed to be alone.”
That made no sense. Sabrina’s gut started churning. Something was wrong. “What are you talking about, Specs?”
The man shrugged. “Guess it doesn’t matter.”
He pulled out a handgun and fired. The crack made Sabrina jump, her ears ringing with the sudden sound blast. Red bloomed from Rodrigo’s stomach, and he fell to the floor.
“Fuck! You shot me, motherfucker!”
Sabrina had no time to react before Specs put a bead on Cicely and another bullet found a spot in her chest.
“What the hell?” Sabrina shrieked as her boss collapsed. “What are you doing?”
Specs turned the gun on her. “Sorry about this.”
He reared back his hand.
The last thing Sabrina remembered was the arc of the gun just before it slammed into her temple.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Cam lookedat his phone again. He’d texted Sabrina to tell her he’d be late coming home as Wolf had an important update for the club. She should have left the spa by now, and he was surprised she hadn’t responded yet. Normally, she checked in when she left to go home to see if he needed anything she could pick up on the way. So far, nothing, but he didn’t want to put any alarms out quite yet. Maybe her phone died or she had bad reception. There were a few dead spots between the spa and the house.
The house. Home.Theirhome. Sabrina was sticking with him. He felt like he’d won the lottery. He wished Vera and Cecil were still alive to see this.
“Anyone know where Specs is?” Wolf asked. His face was long, grim, and full of menace. Something had enraged the club president, and whatever or whoever started it might die tonight.
Only Quillon dared to speak. “Specs? He said he had some family business to take care of tonight. Why?”
“Look at this.” Wolf opened a laptop and spun it around so everyone could see the screen. “Jazz worked her magic on these videos. See for yourselves.”
The rest of the Knights stayed silent as they stared at the moving figures. They’d already seen the first video once: two men vandalizing the coffee shop. The part they didn’t see the first time was the reflection of the front window. Jazz had enhanced the picture, and a clear face showed up.
