Tension ratchets up in the compound’s yard, where all the brothers and prospects are gathering.
Guerilla raises his arms. “Take it easy, little brother.” But he’s not concerned; there’s a gleeful glint in his eye, one that’s sadistic as hell. “Is this any way to greet family?”
“You’re not family,” I spit.
Gone is the cool-headed, in-control, pragmatic soldier and MC leader. Right now, I’m a ball of impulsive, hot energy set to explode, and I want to take that motherfucker with me.
Bane places a hand on my shoulder, and Ash strategically steps between Guerilla and me, knowing I won’t shoot him.
“How did you get through the gates?” Ash jerks his chin at the now-closed gates, his eyes narrowing on the prospects who are working it.
Guerilla showing upjustas Digits’ security system and perimeter cameras go down? Yeah, that’s suspicious as fuck.
Bane leans in and speaks into my ear. “Let’s see if he gives us some rope to hang him and allies with.” He pointedly looks at my gun, still raised. I lower my arm and holster my weapons, but I’m ready to move like lightning to pull them again.
Guerilla puffs out his chest. “I drove right through the gates because I still wear this cut. I belong with the Havoc Guardians.”
“No, you fucking don’t,” I grind out. “If you had stayed instead of running like a bitch, you would’ve been de-patched.”
He puffs out his chest even more. “On what grounds? Because I fucked around on my old lady?”
Rage fills me that he still calls Leeva his old lady. And rage fills me further because of how he so flippantly talks about his sins and doesn’t even mention how Leeva lost her child right after finding out about his fucking around.
Ash slashes me a dark look and turns back to Guerilla. “Where have you been for over a decade?”
“Doesn’t matter, does it? I’m here now.”
“Why are you here?” Bane demands.
“Why the interrogation?” Guerilla scoffs, looking around at everyone gathered, then he smiles. “Good to see you, Tats and Mauler.”
Both are on-site because Razor is here. I keep my reaction hidden, as do Bane and Ash. But the fact that Guerilla singled them out is a tell—he knows they’ve been following Razor, even though Razor doesn’t seem to be aware.
“Some of the faces are all grown-up, I see.” He motions to Slade’s brothers, Breaker, Tyr, and Sten, who had all been MC brats and grew up around here.
Bane stiffens slightly, likely taking Guerilla’s explicit acknowledgment of them as a veiled threat to Slade.
“Ah, and there are the beauties of the club.” Guerilla licks his lips, looking behind us.
I don’t need to look to know that some of the Club Pussy have come out from the clubhouse and are watching from the wrap-around deck.
He bows to them with a flourish and a wide grin. “I could definitely use a drink and a good-looking bitch choking on my cock. What do you say, brother?” he says to me. “Join me?”
Wrath heats my blood. Thefuckingprick.
“No?” He cocks his head to the side, his right hand coming to rest on his belt. Another one of his tells—he might look casual, but he’s prepared to grab his gun.
For all his cocky confidence, he knows that if it came down to the two of us, I’m faster, more accurate. I always was, and with my military training on top of that, he wouldn’t stand a fucking chance. That’s why he won’t come at me directly; why he’ll attack from behind like the coward he is.
“Why is it that you won’t have a drink and get a blow job with me? I mean, youarean elite member of an exclusive sex club.”
My blood thrums through my veins. It isn’t a secret that I attend Hedon, but his revelation is another one of his sucker punches.
“You still never fuck any of the Club Pussy here… Whyisthat, Hayes?”
My teeth grind at his refusal to use my road name. Leeva does, too, but with her it’s different.
“Is it because you’ve only ever had a hard-on formyold lady?” The fucker steps toward me.
