“Go to Razuuk,” Charlie said, coming back into the room with Macy on her hip. Her expression was still fierce but her voice was softer now. “You go to Razuuk and tell him you want to claim Penny as your own.”
“This shit again,” I grumbled.
“Yes, this shit again!” she snapped. “I saw you two last night. We all did. We saw how you looked at one another. There’s something there, between you. I don’t understand why you’re fighting it.”
I shook my head and turned away from her to look outside, my gaze going to the pool that I’d pushed Penny into the night before. Even half drowned, fierce as fuck and crying, she’d looked beautiful. And she deserved more than me—a piece of shit lowlife that tortured people for a living. She had dreams, aspirations, and I had hands so bloody that that shit was never washing off. I was going straight to hell after this world, and she was going somewhere better.
Charlie laid a hand on my shoulder and I flinched at her touch. “She needs you, Fighter. She needs your help. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and wondering if you’re worthy of her and let her decide that.”
I’d never regretted a single thing in my life—not the killing, not the fuckin’, nothing. But not being a better man, a man good enough for Penny, I regretted all the way to my dark soul.
“Go to her. Do what needs to be done to bring her back here to us.”
I turned to look at her. “They’ll kill me if I go anywhere near that place.”
“They’ll try to,” she agreed. “But you’re Fighter. You’re a soldier for the Devil’s Highwaymen and they’ll know that there will be serious consequences for their club if they do.”
Macy gargled and reached out for me, grabbing on to the side of my cut, her little pudgy hands grasping tightly to the dark leather.
“And Hardy?” I asked, looking over at Rider.
He stood up and came forward. “Same deal as before. You claim her and he can’t touch her. He’ll want blood, but so long as she ain’t said shit about us, he can’t do anything to you. I’ve got you covered on that.”
I dragged a hand down my face and gave a shake of my head. I was putting my trust in Penny, that she hadn’t already told Razuuk that the Highwaymen had taken her. If she had kept her mouth shut, then my club was at least in the clear. Hardy would be pissed but wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. It was a big fuckingif.
How much did I even know that woman?
I knew how she tasted.
I knew how she felt as her muscles grew tight around my fingers.
I knew the kinds of noises she made as she got close to orgasm.
But I didn’t know her.
“Sometimes you gotta have a little hope, brother,” Battle said from his place on the sofa. His arm was wrapped protectively around Quinn and she smiled up at him.
“And what if I don’t have any hope?”
“Then you take a leap of faith that it’ll all work out anyway.”
~ 29 ~
Fighter
I turned my engine off and stared up at the Vipers’ HQ, giving my shoulders a roll before climbing off my bike and walking up to the gates. Two prospects stood guard, their gazes quickly shifting between me and each other as I got closer.
“Need to see Razuuk,” I growled out.
The shorter one—a kid of no older than sixteen, with a head of black hair that hung to his shoulders—scowled at me. “You’re a Highwayman,” he said, nodding toward my cut.
“No shit,” I replied. “Now go get your prez.”
“He won’t see you,” the other kid said, squaring his shoulders.
I closed the distance between us, my face inches from his. Cocky little fucker didn’t back down so I reared my head back and smashed my head into his nose. He cried out and stumbled back, his hands going to the bloody mess in the middle of his face. The other prospect pulled out his gun and aimed it at me.
“Back the fuck off!” he yelled, and I laughed darkly.
