by Erin Trejo
“What the hell are you doing here in my house, Dragon?” The growl that rips from his chest is amazing to me.
“You aren’t hard to find, Wiley. I mean, public records and all.” Devil pulls the gun from his waist before Ghost drops to get the one from his ankle. I cross my arms over my chest and just watch. Roc knocks him back into the chair across the room before pulling the curtain open, so the moonlight shines in.
“What are you doing here?” Look at him acting all calm about all of this.
“Haven’t seen you in a while. Maybe I missed you.” Devil chuckles lightly.
“I highly doubt that. Besides, you know how to call me.” Shrugging my shoulders, I watch as he starts to squirm in his seat.
“We had a nice chat with Marcus. Why was it that you couldn’t help him with his brother without extra money?” His eyes widen slightly before he snaps them back to normal. I didn’t miss that shit.
“His is a felony. I can’t touch that. You of all people know that.” Nodding, I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
“Yeah, I know that part. Who was gonna help him with that much more money?” He glances around, afraid to answer that. I can see the fear rolling off him. What a coward.
“I told them Anderson would.” Well, that is strange.
“No shit? How was he gonna do that?” Here we go. Let’s play the dumb card.
“Come on, Dragon. What do you want from me?” Chuckling, I shake my head.
“Why did you need the money, Wiley?”
Chapter 36
This is a little more fun than I originally thought it would be. Watching Wiley squirm is making my dick hard.
“I was leaving.” He was leaving? Well, that was a little rude, to not tell us about that.
“Where were you goin’? I thought we had business,” I say. Wiley looks nervous as shit, and he should be. He should be nervous about this.
“I needed out, Dragon. I needed to start over.” Glancing at the guys, they shake their heads.
“Do you want to play this the hard way, Wiley? You’ve cleaned up enough of our messes to know what happens.” Now I have his attention.
“They were looking at me for Anderson’s disappearance.” Ain’t that some shit!
“Why the fuck would they do that?” Clasping my hands, he has me interested now.
“Anderson accused me of taking bribes from local clubs. He was bringing in investigators. This was all I had. I didn’t have anything else. I didn’t push the issue of you killing him because I needed him gone as much as you did.” He was going to let us take the fucking fall for that shit. For his shit!
“You were gonna leave that shit on us, huh?” Wiley shakes his head rapidly.
“No! I was just going to leave and let it all die out.” Yeah, right.
“You think that they would let shit die out with the Captain missin’? What the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask.
“I didn’t tell anyone about you, Dragon. I didn’t. They don’t know anything. We can all go on doing what we’ve been doing.”
I look at Devil as he laughs.
“Can you believe that shit?” Pointing at Wiley, Devil shakes his head.
“Get a pen and paper.” Ghost quickly moves to do as he was told.
“We can make it work, Dragon. I mean it.” I don’t look at the lying fuck. He was trying to frame us for his role in this shit. What kind of pay off were we giving this fuck?
“Here.” Handing the paper and pen to Wiley, he looks at me confused.
“Write what I tell you, and I’ll make it a quick death, Wiley. Fuck me over; I’ll let the Devil out to play.” Winking at him, I see his hands shake.
“Which part are you scared of, Wiley? The death? Don’t be. It’s easy when Devil isn’t in charge of it. Now write!” Snapping, he holds the pen over the paper.
“I killed Luke Anderson. He was getting too close to information on me. I was working with Hell’s Country the whole time.” His eyes shoot to mine as I grin. Hey, Bear fucked me, I fuck back.
“I can’t handle what I’ve done. Please forgive me. Sign your fuckin’ name.” Wiley writes what he’s told while Devil watches over his shoulder making sure he doesn’t try to fuck us over. Once we’re satisfied that he did what he was told, I shove off the couch. I grab the pad of paper from his hands, rereading what I had him write.
“Sounds good?” Looking at Roc, he nods.
“That your first suicide note, Dragon?” Ghost laughs when I nod my head.
“Not bad, brother. Not bad at all.”
***
I walk over setting the note on the table next to Wiley’s chair.
Holding my hand out, Ghost passes me one of Wiley’s guns. I flip it over in my hands, looking at it like it might shoot for me.
“It was all so easy in the beginning, wasn’t it? You did what I said; you got paid. You’re the one that made it harder, Wiley. We had somethin’ good goin’.” Shaking my head, I glance at Devil. Wrapping his hand around Wiley’s throat, I reach out my hand, taking his. I place the gun into the palm of his hand as he watches me.
“I’m givin’ you the choice here, Wiley. You can do it, or we can.” His eyes water with unshed tears.
“Don’t do this, Dragon.” I shake my head knowing that the begging will never stop. I reach over, wrapping my hand around his as I bring it to his temple.
“You could have made this easier on all of us, Wiley. You could have told the truth.” Placing my finger over his, I pull the trigger. Devil jumps back making us all laugh.
“Damn, Dragon. That was my new shirt.” Glancing down at the blood that now stains it, he looks pissed.
“Angel’s gettin’ tired of tryin’ to get blood out of my clothes,” Devil says. Laughter erupts around the room as Wiley’s lifeless body lies in his chair.
“She picked the wrong brother then. You the damn Devil!” Ghost laughs as we all walk toward the door.
“At least I can blame it on Dragon this time.” Nodding, I open the back door and step out into the cool night air.
“I’ll take the blame just this once.”
Chapter 37
My heart slams in my chest as I watch Everleigh walk down the aisle of roses that the girls set up. I don’t think I could be any more nervous than I am right now.
“You deserve this, Dragon. All of it. Lose all the blame and hate from the past and step forward, brother.” Ghost stands closely to me as he speaks. I nod, knowing that he’s right. I need to let it all go now. I have the perfect family right here in front of me. She’s gorgeous walking toward me in the long white gown. The lace top shows her chest with the tattoo of a dragon. You're damn right I marked that girl. I’d be a goddamn fool not to. Everleigh holds my world in the palms of her little hands. She doesn’t even realize that she has it. My heart is no longer mine; it belongs to her. Nothing about me is me. It’s all us.
My mom cries as she sits off to the side holding Jeremy in her arms. She has stepped up to the plate and been the best grandma anyone could ask for. Our worlds are finally falling into place. So much has happened in such a short amount of time but looking around at everyone, we made it.
We are who we are.
We are the fucking Hell’s Fire.
Everleigh steps up, my hand wrapping around hers.
Her smile is huge and makes my heart melt.
“You ready for this?” She grins before leaning in closely.
“I was born ready for this. Make me yours, Dragon.”
The End.
I hope you enjoyed the men of the Hell’s Fire MC. As always reviews are appreciated! <3
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