Page 38 of Where Sinners Repent

It’s the only thing I’m sure of, as I bring the phone down slowly and hang up.

He knows I murdered their friend.

I tried to run. Tried to be free. It obviously didn’t work.

They found me anyway. A part of me thinks they were always going to.

No matter how far I ran, how fast I ran, my past was always going to catch up to me.

Maybe running is useless. Maybe it’s time I stopped running.

I’ve been ignoring the very fact that I’m not alone in my hatred for my brothers and their club.

The Wraiths.

It’s the first time I’ve ever let myself acknowledge the name since I left.

Outside my door stands a predator. Death personified.

My best friend runs with these heathens.

Her man runs these heathens.

I’m not alone anymore.

Steeling my jaw, I get dressed, slowly putting my armour on piece by piece. Mascara, lipstick, hair slicked back.

Scared that someone might take it away, I shove the brand-new tattoo gun under the bed. Hiding it away from plain sight.

Once my hand wraps around Kitty, everything else fades away. I’m ready to fucking fight for my life. One last time.

Just as I knew he’d be, Kai stands outside the door. Motionless and ready, like a true soldier.

There is no sign that he’s shocked by me coming out here. Just the slow settling of his eyes on mine.

“Take me to your club,” I whisper.

He searches me. Lifting my chin, I let him. All he’ll see on my face is furious resolve. It’s been twenty-four years of constant torment. I won’t last another.

Eventually he nods. Just once. Then turns towards the elevator.

“Just one more thing,” I mutter to myself, reaching into my pocket for my phone.

It clatters onto the floor, and Kai watches me over his shoulder.

The satisfying crunch of Kitty smashing into the glass screen isn’t quite enough. I do it three more times until I’m satisfied that the damn thing will never ring again.

Humming, I spin the bat in my hand, sauntering to the elevator. Feeling Kai’s gaze burn through me the entire way.

Kitty’s death toll: 2

Chapter 10

Roxy

Iforgot how menacing this place is.

Last time I was here, I was fuelled by determination to find my best friend. I barely registered the huge men sprawled in booths, drinks in their hands.