“Time to pay for your sins.”

I stab the knife into his shoulder, ignoring his scream.

30

Sasha

The ride back to the clubhouse feels like it takes forever. As we ride, all I can think about is the look on Ty’s face. This is killing him.

By the time the building comes into sight, my face is on fire and my head is throbbing. I’m barely hanging on behind Whizz.

He stops right outside the back entrance, not bothering to pull into a space and cuts the engine. I climb off his Harley, my legs shaking beneath me, and I have to use the back of the bike to steady myself.

“You doing okay there?” Whizz asks, switching into doctor mode as he eyes me clinically.

“I’m a little dizzy,” I admit.

I’m a lot dizzy. My head is rolling and nausea is swirling in my gut.

“Let’s take a look at you.”

He takes my arm and gently leads me into the building. As we move into the common room, I brace, expecting to see blood and Zack’s body, but as my eyes stray to where he fell, there’s no sign of the murdered prospect. There’s no blood stains and the floor is spotless. There’s no sign of what happened here only a few hours ago and if it wasn’t for the slight smell of bleach hanging in the air and tickling my nose, I wouldn’t believe this was the scene of a murder.

I shouldn’t be surprised. The club is really good at clean up. I just hope they give Zack a proper send off. The kid was stupid, but he didn’t deserve to be put down like a dog.

Whizz moves me over to a table and orders me to sit. I sink down onto the chair as he disappears to get his medical bag.

I can’t stop from glancing around the room and as I do a shiver works up my spine. This was where my nightmare began, but at least this time I was saved. Last time as I lay beneath Sin, fighting him off, I prayed to every God I could think of to be saved, but help never came. Today, Tyler rode in like my white knight on a steel horse, and I’ll never forget that. The fear in his eyes when Sin was holding me was something I’ve never seen before, but it was there, mixing with the anger. What struck me harder, what ripped my heart open, was the hurt. I know Ty believed me from the moment he found out what happened, but seeing the truth with his own eyes was worse than any bullet could do to him. Ty is president of the Sons for a reason, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he loves as hard as he fights. A brother turning on the club was bad enough—everyone felt that knife to the heart—but his own brother, his blood, the boy he grew up protecting all his life, that did something dark to a person. It will twist him up.

I rub my hands up my cold arms. Riding in just a tee, even in the British summer, leaves me feeling chilled, but it’s not the weather that has me shivering. Coming face to face with my nightmare, fighting him again, taking on my demons leaves me a trembling mess. For three years, I dreamed of what I’d do if I saw Sin again. I dreamed of all the things I’d say to him, do to him for ruining my life, for making me believe my family would turn their back on me. It didn’t play out how I imagined and I don’t feel better for it. Now, I worry what all this will do to Tyler.

Killing Sin won’t change what happened. It won’t repair the past three years, but it will shred Ty. I wish he would have listened to my pleas and walked away, not tarnished his soul with this death, but I know he would never be able to rest knowing his brother still breathed free air.

I just hope this isn’t going to destroy him, destroy us.

Whizz steps back into the room, carrying a leather bag that he heaves onto the adjacent table. He opens it up and pulls out some supplies.

“I just want to check your pupils,” he tells me.

I shrug, not caring what he does to me. All my thoughts are on Tyler and what he’s doing right now. I jiggle my leg up and down as Whizz shines a light in my eyes, wincing at the brightness.

“Any nausea?”

“Yeah.”

“Headache?”

“I got hit in the head with a gun. What do you think?”

His mouth pulls into a tight line and his eyes narrow at my words.

“Fucking Sin,” he hisses out.

Warmth floods me at his show of emotion. These men who I turned my back on have welcomed me back without question—something Sin told me would never happen. I hate myself for listening to him.

“I’m okay,” I tell him, my voice soft.

“You’re not okay. Not even a little. Your face is a mess and I’m pretty sure you have a concussion. Nothing about this is okay.”

I place a hand on Whizz’s arm.

“Whizz, really, I’m okay. It’s Rav I’m worried about.”

“He’ll be fine.”

I arch my brow at him. “You really believe that?”

He peers at me for a moment before he mutters out a, “Yeah,” but there’s no strength to his words. I can see the worry for his president.

He doesn’t elaborate and I don’t push him for details. He moves to his bag and pulls out some gauze and saline. For the next ten minutes he cleans the blood off my face then he stitches two gashes on my head and face. He hands me a bottle of Jack to numb the pain, but it doesn’t do shit. It hurts like hell, and I have to bite my swollen lip to keep from crying out. Whizz works fast, methodically and when he’s done, he pulls off his latex gloves and drops his hands to his hips.

“You’re going to have a fuck ton of bruising, but hopefully those two wounds won’t scar too badly. You can sleep, but I’ll be in every hour to make sure you’re okay.” He hands me a couple of pills. “For the pain.”

Sleep isn’t going to happen. I’m wired and on edge waiting for news from Ty.

“I want to get back to the hospital.”

“You need to take care of you.”

“My daughter—”

“Will be fine.”

I want to argue further, but I’m so tired I doubt I would be any use to Lil right now anyway.

“Zack…” I murmur, my gaze straying to where he was gunned down. “What happened to him?”

Whizz scrubs a hand over his clean jaw and sighs. “Go and get some rest.”

“Whizz.”

“It’s club business, darlin’.”

He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t need to. “Club business” says everything. He’s not going to say a word about it.

I push up from the chair, wobbling slightly. Whizz reaches out to steady me.

“You okay there?”

“Yeah, just finding my feet,” I say on a smile that is forced.

Whizz considers me for a moment, then says, “It’s good to have you back, Sash. Club wasn’t the same with you gone.”

Warmth spreads through me at his words. “It’s good to be back.”

Whizz helps me upstairs and leaves me in Tyler’s room. It’s weird being back here. This morning, everything was so perfect. Now, everything feels tainted. Ty’s tee I borrowed is covered in blood, so I pull it over my head and find a clean one in his drawers. This time when I see the knives, my stomach twists. I can’t even think about what he’s doing to Sin right now without feeling nausea. I don’t care about him. I hope he rots in hell, but I do care about Ty and how this will stain him afterwards. Killing his brother isn’t something he can just forget about once it’s done. It will be like a knife to the heart for him. I wish he had come back with me and let the brothers deal with Sin, but I grew up in this world. I know that isn’t how it works. For once, I wish I was an innocent to all this. I wish I didn’t know what my man is doing.