But where Razor drew the line was when he recently discovered Thunder and Guerilla wanted to get in deep withla morteand set up an underground location for the death ring here in San Francisco. He wasn’t morally opposed to people fighting to the death, but he was one hundred percent against the sex slavery that goes with this ring, as his sister had been trafficked and never found. That’s when he took a stand against Thunder, then discovered Thunder had been planning for him to be the scapegoat all along if his plan went to shit.
“Your confession won’t save you, Razor.” I dispel any myths that might be in his head as we speed back through the compound’s front gates, and I take the road that will take us to the secluded part of our land where we keep the Cell.
He stares straight ahead as we bounce over the rough terrain. “I know. I made my choice to act against you, and I accept the consequences.”
“I didn’t want to do it.” I nearly choke on the words as memories of Grinder falling to his knees in front of me threatens to toss me into a PTSD spiral, but thoughts of Leeva ground me and keep me present.
She needs me. She needs me to find her.
“I know.” His voice is heavy. “I tried to warn him, to tell him, but my boy always had a mind of his own.”
I stomp on the brakes in front of the building in the middle of nowhere, with its soundproof walls.
He glances at it nervously, knowing what we do in there. What he has done in there when he was previously on the Council.
“I don’t know where Guerilla took Leeva.” His gaze slides toward me. “But I’m certain Thunder does. For what it’s worth,Guerilla doesn’t plan to give her to that ring. He just wants her money and her.”
“She’s not his.” I go to open the door, but my hand freezes on the handle when he speaks.
“I would’ve still voted against you, Army. Even though there’s no evidence remaining of Guerilla’s tattoo, I would’ve voted guilty.”
I turn to him. “Because ‘bros before hos’,” I use the phrase Ursula snapped at me in Ash’s office.
He shrugs, the leather of his cut creaking as he does. “The reason the past Council insisted on that club law was so the club always came first. Your loyalty to your brothers and the MC is what matters, not fucking love or any other bullshit that comes with a bitch.”
I shake my head. “One doesn’t have to come at the cost of the other.”
“And that belief will put a bullet in your brain just like it did my boy.” He turns away from me, set in his beliefs. “Let’s get this over with.”
Getting out of my truck and slamming the door, I intend to do just that.
I will save Leeva and get her back.
Even if it’s the last thing I accomplish before meeting the fate that Razor predicts for me.
Chapter 47
Leeva
Guerillahasbeengettingincreasingly agitated, pacing and mumbling to himself.
We’re no longer in the bedroom where I had woken up, but out in the kitchen of the rundown apartment. The windows are boarded up, and there’s a thick slab of wood across the door, keeping the door shut and locked.
My whole body still hurts from the car accident. My head throbs and my heart aches as I quietly panic, wondering if Keifer, Ursula, Barrett, Jacob, and Drake survived.
And Hayes…
Is he searching for me? Does he even know that something has happened? If he does, are they letting him look for me, or is he being held prisoner while the MC votes?
Or has his punishment already been carried out, and he’s dead?
I damn near hyperventilate thinking of that possibility. I hadn’t wanted to leave the compound after I was finished being on display like some freak. In fact, it took all three of Ursula’sboyfriends to get me into the SUV while I screamed and fought them.
Tears prick my eyes, and I blink them back. Thoughts like these won’t help me.
I scan the small apartment again, looking for any way to escape, but defeat threatens to overwhelm me. There’s no way I’d get that thick, heavy slab of wood on the door lifted and out of the way before Guerilla stopped me. If the windows had glass, I could at least break one and try to get out that way, but the boards over the windows are thick, and long spikes, rather than nails, hold them in place.
I’ve tried shouting for help, but no one came. They either don’t care or there’s no one else here. I’m leaning toward the latter because I don’t hear any noise coming from the other units.
