No.

Oh no.

I feel sick.

I try to stop my hands trembling; I don’t want Hogan to see a reaction. If he does, I’m not getting out of here.

“H-h-how can you rig their club?”

Hogan snorts. “I put security in the trees over from the main gate, I’ll see when they arrive and call that meeting, and then I’ll show up and fuckin’ kill the lot of them. They won’t see it coming.”

God he rigged it. He had it all worked out.

“What happens after that?” I ask, keeping my voice steady.

“Whoever lives, I will take and fuckin’ torture.”

I shudder.

“Go back and find out when that meeting is called. I want you to call it in, just in case my cameras miss it. I want perfect timing. Chances are they’ll go on lockdown. I want to know when they do. You call me as soon as they do. If you don’t...”

“I will,” I say quickly.

“Move, I want information as soon as you have it.”

I nod, rushing out.

When I get outside, I feel my breathing beginning to intensify. I call a cab, and get it straight to the compound. By the time I arrive, I see Jackson and the guys are back. There’s about thirty bikers combined, standing in the dirt talking frantically. Addison and Ciara are listening, eyes wide. Shit. Shit. I have to do this now. I have to tell Jackson. This is the moment I have wanted to avoid for so long.

It feels like I’m walking in slow motion as I edge towards them. Jackson notices me first, and begins walking towards me. I put my hands up, and tears begin thundering down my cheeks. He stops, his eyes narrowing. Everyone turns to watch us, and I know not only am I about to tell Jackson, I’m about to tell an entire MC club that I betrayed them. My knees shake as I come to a stop. I feel sick. My entire body is shaking and I am struggling to breathe.

“Serenity, baby, are you ok? We need to get inside. It’s dangerous right now. Hogan is alive. It’s not safe.”

“I know,” I rasp.

Jackson shakes his head. “What?”

I take a breath, and I open my mouth and speak loudly. “I know Hogan is alive, and I know he’s planning an attack. The reason I know this, is because...”

“No,” Jackson roars, shaking his head frantically. He knows even before I say it. “Fucking no.”

“I’m his daughter,” I finish. “And he sent me here to find out information.”

My voice breaks on the last sentence, and my knees tremble so heavily I have to use the car beside me to steady myself. The look on Jackson’s face literally tears me in two. There are so many looks that can break a person’s heart, but seeing betrayal on the face of someone you love, is heart wrenching. I hear the cocking of guns, and I see all thirty bikers, including Muff, pointing their guns at me. My legs give way, and I fall to my knees in the dirt.

“Daddy!” Addison cries. “Don’t hurt her!”

“Why the fuck not?” Jackson roars, turning to Addison. “She’s a fuckin’ spy. She’s been feeding information all this time.”

“You can’t kill me,” I whisper.

Jackson’s head whips around. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth!”

“You can’t, Jackson, because I’m pregnant!”

Everyone falls silent, a few bikers curse.

“What?” he rasps.

“I’m pregnant.”

His fists clench, and rage fills his expression. “Do you think I want a bastard fucking child with a lying cunt like you? It’s probably not even mine, you’re a fuckin’ liar!”

His words hit me like a blow to the chest. I yelp loudly, and before I can blink, Addison is in front of me, shielding my body with hers. I am rasping as I struggle to breathe, his words penetrate every shield I’ve ever put up, and they crush me in a way all the beatings and abuse in my life never has.

“You’re not shooting her,” she screams. “If you shoot her, you shoot me. That is my baby brother or sister in there, you WILL NOT kill it.”

Jackson stares at his daughter, his hands are trembling, his body jerking with rage. “Move, Addison. You know the club rules.”

“You’re going to kill someone you love!”

“She betrayed me!” he bellows.

“I lied!” I scream. “I lied to him. I never gave him information that was correct. I lied!”

“It doesn’t fucking matter!” Jackson screams. “You fucking betrayed us.”

“I had no choice,” I yell so loudly I hurt my own ears. “I was afraid. He was beating me. I had NO CHOICE. He was going to kill Ebony, and he wouldn’t have thought twice about it. She is my family. I couldn’t let anything happen to her. I had no way out. Haven’t you ever been trapped, with no way out?” I cry loudly. “Well haven’t you?”

Jackson’s gun is in the air, pointing at me, but his hands are trembling. I get to my feet, my knees wobbling, and I walk over, standing in front of him and pressing the end of his gun to my head.

“Do it, you fucker. Shoot me. If you are going to do it, then do it quickly. I won’t go back to him, so you’ll be doing me a favor.”

Jackson trembles even more, and the gun rattles against my head.

“Serenity!” Addison cries.

“Don’t kill her, Jack’s.”

It takes me a moment to realize who is speaking, and then I see Spike step forward. He walks over, his boots crunching in the dirt.