Killa
While face-to-face with my sister’s killer as he’s sentenced, I never expected to become so obsessed with his number one cheerleader—his sister. She sits in court, looking all pretty and unharmed, supporting him while knowing what a vile monster he is.
I hate her and everything she stands for.
So, when I discover she’s moved into my town with hopes of starting a new life, it becomes my mission to turn her life into a living hell.
She will pray for mercy as I unleash my darkness on her, making her atone for his sins. I’ll destroy every inch of her until she tells me all I need to know.
Revenge will finally be mine. But at what cost?
Cassidy
He’s gone.
Locked up.
Enabling me to start a new life, but I’m not the same person I once was, and discovering who I am is becoming more and more difficult.
His victims’ families hate me, and who can blame them?
In their eyes, I come from everything evil in the world.
Killa has a way of pulling my demons from me, destroying them bit by tortuous bit, and in the process, I’m falling for him.
But what happens when his hate for me goes too far?
KILLA
My body vibrates with an indescribable need to wreak havoc on the scumbag awaiting sentencing.
If I had the ability, I’d shoot laser beams through the back of his head with my glare. Not once has he turned around to face his victims’ families.
He’s not fucking man enough to do that.
Instead, he stares forward, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the packed courtroom while being guarded by pigs who are stopping us from delivering the justice we deserve.
Security has never been so high, and I’ve been in the courtroom way too many times than I care to count to know that.
With the tension high, we knew me being here would draw attention back to the club, but Savage is trying his best to keep us out of the law’s line of sight. Therefore, we chose not to wear our cuts today; it’s not like the pigs would have let us in here wearing our patch anyway.
So, I sit here raw and vulnerable as ever, missing an integral part of me, and not just my sister, Alisha.
Armed guards line the back walls, gripping their guns as if ordered to remain on high alert. They’re expecting trouble, but who can blame them? The media circus surrounding this case has been insane. This trial has made history, with numerous missing women’s and men’s body parts being littered throughout our town. A severed ear was discovered with the earring I bought her for her eighteenth birthday. The only connection to my sister in the case, and before I knew what was happening, they’d presumed her dead along with a dozen other missing persons.
They’ll find no trouble from me, though, which is a change. All I want is justice and answers—something that haunts me when I consider I may never receive them.
“You good, brother?” Warrior asks, and I dart my focus toward him. With his brow furrowed, his bright-blue eyes scrunch, studying me, and I have to swallow back a knot of emotion that’s been slowly forming all day.
Warrior is our VP, my brother, not by blood, but by choice, and my childhood best friend, so naturally, he’s the one I chose to join me in the courtroom today. Our brothers wait outside the courthouse in support. I’m not sure what the hell they thought we were all gonna do here, and as much as I like the idea of popping one off in this sick scumbag’s head, I have other plans for him. Plans I’ve spent hours, nights, weeks, and months formulating, andalthough I’m as close as I’ve ever been to him, he’s never felt so far away.
With the anguish and hatred of all families involved, the atmosphere is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
My knuckles ache as I pump my fists, determined to rein in my temper to see his sentencing through.
From the moment my sister went missing, I had a deep-seated feeling it wasn’t of her own doing. There’s more to it than meets the eye. Secrets are being hidden, and that sicko is at the center of them. I sense it.
Sure, Alisha had demons; we all do. Growing up in the MC life isn’t for everyone. There’s no choice but to remain untouched by the evil that lurks beneath the surface of civilian life.
