I shake my hand, telling her not to kill him where he stands because thatwillstart a war and rip our club to shreds.
Instead, I lock eyes with my brother.
I’m not afraid of him.
And I won’t kneel, bend, or bow to him.
“Calm the fuckdown!” Ash booms over the chaos.
Everyone responds to their leader, everyone except the old guard. He walks over to them, Guerilla’s smug smile faltering, but Ash doesn’t pay attention to him.
His brutal gaze is locked on Razor and the others. “Shut the fuck up or you’re all in the Cell.”
“Enough,” Thunder orders them with a scowl. “Listen to the prez.”
He might appear to have switched sides and is all for Ash leading our club—Razor and a few others look at him like he’s betrayed them and the rebellion they want to lead—but I don’t trust Thunder as far as I can punt him.
Regardless, neither Ash, Bane, nor I challenge Thunder right now.
“This is fucking bullshit.” Razor’s face is red with rage, and he points at me while glaring at Ash. “If Army fucked Leeva, then he needs to die just like Grinder.”
Ash’s jaw shifts, and he turns to Guerilla. “Where’s your proof?”
“I don’t need—”
He pushes into Guerilla, getting in his face. “The fuck. You. Don’t.”
“You’re just trying to save him because he’s your bitch on the Council.” Guerilla tries to argue, but he looks about to piss his pants going toe-to-toe with Ash.
Razor fists his hands. “If Army fucked Leeva, then he needs to die just like Grinder,” he repeats. “Fair is fair.”
Ash’s head swivels to him, pinning him with a hard glare. “The decision about Grinder that the Council wasforcedto make was based on evidence.”
Ash turns back to Guerilla, who steps back from him, looking nervous. His grandiose claim wasn’t instantly accepted, so now his bravado is failing.
He gives me an accusing glare before turning to the crowd. “He fucked her at Hedon.”
My fists clench, but I remain silent.
If this is his only evidence, and if Anais—that jealous, traitorous bitch—is how he knows this, or even if Razor was there before I spotted him, there’s no physical evidence because Leeva and I were always masked. Add to it that I never fucked her or even played with her in front of others at Hedon.
There’s no actual evidence.
“Again, where’s your evidence, Guerilla?” Tats asks.
My brother’s face has faint red splotches, a sign he’s getting frustrated and angry. “He was with her at her house, too.”
Tsk, tsk… Revealing so many things, brother.
Which, I’m happy that he is, but outwardly, I remain cold and stoic.
We need to find out how he kept off our radar and jammed and interfered with our surveillance systems. Maybe he has a device on him. If I can get it, then Digits could use it to upgrade his systems and our defenses. I’m not interested in being on the defensive; I want to go on the offensive. I need to have some semblance of control over where this is heading.
It’s clear Guerilla wants me dead and wants Leeva, and this is his first step in coming back to claim her. And with the dollar signs he’ll see attached to her, he won’t back down. Ever.
So he needs to die. Not just because of my pride or for his sins, but to protect Leeva now and in the future.
Guerilla thinks he has the upper hand, believing that I don’t want my sins revealed. But I have two things going for me that he isn’t aware of.
