by Zoey Parker
It might come down to that. I might have to kill him for her. I would do that, too. No matter if it meant going back to prison. Her life was more important than anything. She was worth more than me.
My hand landed on the clubhouse door, and I took another deep breath. My men were behind me. My woman was in front of me. I only had to get through one person.
When I stepped inside, it felt like time had stopped. The place was dead silent and dark. I didn’t like it. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. Every sense was on high alert. I listened for the slightest noise, watched for the slightest movement in the shadows. No way he’d send his whole club home. Where were they? Where was he? Where was she?
The air had a charge to it, full of electricity. I was on the edge of something. Had he rigged the place? Were they all waiting for me to make the wrong move? Never in my life had every move I took been so full of danger.
I couldn’t stand still forever, and I knew Spike would start wondering if I was silent for too long. I walked through the large main room where meetings were most likely held—the large, round table in the middle told me as much. The walls were hung with mugshots of the members throughout the years. They were proud of the time they’d served. I couldn’t keep a smug smile off my face. Gareth’s picture would be up there soon enough. He might not ever get the chance to see it for himself.
“I’m here, Gareth.” Like he didn’t know. But I had to start it somehow. He reminded me of a spider, watching, waiting for me to make a move. Wherever he was, he could probably see me. This was all on his terms, after all. Or so he thought.
“Turn to your right,” I heard. I almost jumped, I was so surprised. Where the fuck was his voice coming from? I realized he had some sort of surveillance system in place, or it might have been something even simpler, like one of those new video doorbells that let the people inside the house talk to whoever was outside. No matter what it was, I was unnerved by it.
I turned, as asked, and saw a door along the dark wall with a thin slit of light coming from beneath it. That was where he was. I prepared myself for the chance that she wasn’t in there, that this was all some ploy to get my guard down. I was supposed to think she was in there so I’d rush in to save her. I took my time, still breathing evenly, deeply. Keep it together. Don’t play on his level. Make him play on your level.
I turned the doorknob and the door swung easily. I kept the other hand on my butt of my automatic. I had no idea what was behind that door. It could have been an ambush.
It wasn’t. Michelle sat in the middle of the room, tied to a chair at her legs and waist. Her arms were at her side, and they’d wound the rope all the way around her. She looked at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. My heart almost broke when I saw the look on her face. She was terrified, but she tried to be strong. Keep being strong, I thought, wishing she could hear my thoughts. I’ve got this. You don’t have to be afraid now.
Of course, Gareth had his own ideas about that, and the gun he held to her head told me as much.
“It took you long enough,” he sneered.
“I didn’t want to do this with a million civilians outside,” I said. I spoke to him, but my eyes never left Michelle’s. I needed her to understand, and I thought I saw a look of relief cross her face. She understood. That was a relief.
“That’s one of the things I’ve never understood about you,” Gareth said. From the tone of his voice, he might as well have been talking about a bug on the floor.
“What’s that?”
“The way you care so damn much about everybody else. Or you pretend to at least. I know you’re not the good guy you pretend to be. You only think you’re better than the rest of us.”
I shook my head. “I never said I was better than anybody else.”
“You don’t have to. Going to jail for killing one of my guys. Not because he tried to kill you, but because he aimed at Spike. You’re the hero. How does that always happen?”
“You sound jealous,” I murmured. My eyes kept straying around the room. I needed to know how he planned to play this out. I stepped aside, away from the open doorway. I didn’t need anybody sneaking up behind me. With the wall at my back, I felt more secure.
“It’s not jealousy. It’s disgust.”
“Not true,” I said. “You are jealous, and you know it. That’s why you always hated me, isn’t it? You never understood it’s not about the number of people you kill, or how vicious you are.”
“But you are a killer,” Gareth said, and I noticed the way he pressed the gun against Michelle’s head. “You killed five of my men in an attack.”
So what was what it was all about. I hadn’t thought about that night in years. “Damn, really? Are you pretending like you had nothing to do with that? Like we wouldn’t have left you alone if you hadn’t stolen from us? That was the reason we attacked you. I didn’t even personally kill any of them.”
“You personally killed Zack.” Zack. That was his name.
I shrugged. “I had to do that.”
“You’ve killed more than just him, though, and more than my men. Haven’t you? Tell her.” He shook her, and she cried out a little. Like a bark from a small dog.
I gritted my teeth and reminded myself to keep my focus on him, not on her. It was almost impossible, though. “Yeah. He wasn’t my first.”
“How many others? Tell her the truth. Then she’ll decide if she wants to be with you.”
I looked at her. “I’ve killed others. They were all bad guys. I never killed a good, honest person.”
“Bullshit. Now you’re just making excuses. How many did you beat up?”
“I couldn’t tell you how many,” I admitted.
“How many did you put in the hospital?”
“Probably a lot.” I stared at her, and she didn’t look away. She was numb, I thought. How much of this had he been feeding her all day? He was sicker than I’d thought. Obsessed with me, with bringing me down. All because he stole from my club and I took back what was ours.
“But you still act like the good guy. Like I’m scum for putting the auctions together.”
“No, I never said you were scum. Maybe that’s how you feel about yourself.” I needed to get him to point the gun at me. I had to turn his attention to me, instead of leaving it on her.
“So why did you try to set me up?”
“What you’re doing is illegal. That’s it. I don’t have an opinion about it either way. You’re putting words in my mouth. You know, I went through a lot of therapy when I was a kid. Maybe you should try it.”
His eyes widened. It was a drastic move, but I had to do something to shake him up, throw him off balance. I ran the risk of him pulling the trigger on Michelle, but I couldn’t face off with him forever. The longer I gave him to play games, the more dangerous he’d become.
“Where’s the recording?” Finally, we were getting down to business. I reached into one of my pockets and pulled out a small tape.
“Funny how far technology’s come, but we’re still using tapes for these things,” I mused. I held it up. “Here it is.”
“How do I know that’s actually the real tape?”
Good question. I hadn’t thought about that. I bluffed my way through it by saying, “I don’t know. Do you have a tape player for it?”
“No.”
“Then you’ll have to take my word for it. Why would I screw with you right now? You have her. I want her. I’m not gonna do anything to jeopardize that.”
He thought it over. I let my eyes fall to hers for a split second, and tried to give her courage. Just hold on a little while longer.
“Toss it over here.” He motioned with the gun, pointing to the floor. I tossed the tape, and it landed near his feet.
“Okay,” I said. “I gave you what you want. Now give me what I want.”
“Why should I?”
I swallowed hard. This was what I thought he was gonna do. “Because that’s how you said it would go. I brou
ght you the tape, so you give me Michelle.”
“How do I know you didn’t make a copy?”
I rolled my eyes. “Right. Because I have that equipment just lying around.” I did, but he didn’t need to know that.
“And you would just come here and lay it at my feet that easily? Get the hell outta here.” He snickered nastily. I got the feeling that I was trying to hold sand in my hands, only my fingers were open, and it was sliding through my grip.
“Come on. You know how important she is to me, or you wouldn’t have taken her. You know I’ll do anything to make sure she’s safe. Why would I play games?” He had to believe me. Otherwise, I’d have to give Spike the word to come in.
“Okay.”
I was startled. “Okay? That’s it?”
Gareth put the gun on the table he stood next to. “Yeah. That’s it. You’re right. You wouldn’t lie when it came to her.”
I looked at Michelle, and the relief on her face was just as heartbreaking as the panic I saw when I first walked in. I didn’t think it was going to be as easy as he was pretending it was, but she was eager to believe him. Don’t believe him, I thought, trying to send her the message with my eyes. He’s still got a trick up his sleeve.
Sure enough, he did. In a flash, he pulled a knife out of his back pocket and flipped it open. I made a move toward him, but he pressed it against Michelle’s cheek. That froze me in place. She let out a whimper, and I could have killed him when I heard the terror in her voice.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” He laughed, then looked down at Michelle. He stood behind her, with her head in one hand and the knife against her right cheek. She didn’t take her eyes off me, and I heard her short, hard gasps for air.
“Let her go! You have what you wanted!”
“Bullshit,” he spat, looking at me. “You had more than enough time to make a copy. I want the copies, too.”
My blood ran cold. I knew he wouldn’t make it that easy. He was a spider, and he thought everybody around him was a spider because of it. “I didn’t make any!”
“You don’t really expect me to believe that, do you?” He pressed just a little harder, and a thin line of blood ran down Michelle’s cheek. She screamed. I lunged toward them out of reflex.
“Nope! Stay back, or this knife might slip. I could take off her nose, or maybe cut out one of her pretty eyes.” He stared harder at me. “The copies. Now.”
“I’m telling you, I don’t have any.” Adrenaline rushed through me, my heart pounded so hard I thought it might explode. This was it. I was beyond panic. I had to save her.
“You’re sure about that? You didn’t just leave one at your clubhouse? With your buddy Slash?”
My heart almost stopped. “What did you do to Slash?”
He laughed. “Nothing, asshole. I don’t attack men with casts on their legs.” He knew everything, didn’t he? He made it a point to keep tabs on everything and everything around him. As much as I hated him, I admired him for that and told myself I had to be more like that when it came to running the club. It nauseated me, thinking that I’d try to model myself after him.
“Either way, I’m telling you, that’s the only copy. Let her go, okay? You win. This is between you and me, and you win right now. She has nothing to do with it. Just let her go and the two of us will settle this once and for all.”
His eyes stared into mine, and his nostrils flared as he breathed heavy. A trickle of sweat rolled down his pockmarked cheek. He wasn’t sure what to do—he wanted to hurt her so I would be hurt, but I was offering him myself. Did I have another plan in place? I didn’t, but he didn’t know that. He was so used to always having two or even three plans in place at once that he didn’t know if he could trust me or not. He was breaking his own brain over it. I didn’t dare take my eyes off his.
Just as Gareth opened his mouth to speak again, a gunshot went off just outside.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
It was just enough of a distraction to get Gareth to move away from Michelle. Not far, but far enough. That was my opening.
I lunged at him, knocking us both to the floor. Michelle screamed.
I screamed, too, but not the way she did. “Spike!” I called out, wondering who fired the shot. “Get in here!”
Gareth got his wind and lashed out at me, slashing at me with the knife. I rolled out of the way, the blade missing me by less than an inch. I shoved his arm away, then hit him across the face. He reeled back, but the knife stayed tight in his fist. I got to my feet and kicked him in the ribs. He rolled to protect himself, and I got him in the back.
Footsteps. I turned to look just long enough to see Pete rush into the room. “Get her out of here!” I ordered.
It was just long enough for Gareth to slash at me again with the knife, and this time, he caught my calf. I went down, grimacing with pain. Only I landed on him, and I heard the wind leave him in one big gasp.
He pushed toward me with the knife again, trying to stab wherever he could land the blade. I took his wrist in my hand, pushing him away. We struggled, both of us grunting and groaning, as the knife got steadily closer to my throat.
Then, another gunshot. His reflexes were shit because he jumped again. Again I had the chance to take advantage, and I used that momentary loss of focus to regain control.
I took his arm and slammed it over and over into the floor, using all my strength. After the fifth or sixth slam, he let go of the knife. I threw it far away.
He bucked me off him, and I fell to the side. He rolled on top of me, taking a swing which I blocked with my forearm. He put his hands around my throat, cursing and muttering all sorts of things I only half heard. I clawed at his face, gouging his eyes. He howled and let go of me, hands over his eyes.
I pulled him toward me by the collar of his shirt. As soon as his hands moved and I had a clear shot, I cocked my fist and drove it into his face. Blood spurted out of his nose. He staggered, falling away onto his back.
It was my big chance. I got up, sitting on his chest, and took a few more shots while he was down. I drove my knees into his sides, muttering my own string of curses and taunts. It was for Slash, and Spike, and me, and Michelle. And Michelle. And Michelle.
It wasn’t enough. My rage was too strong. I wanted him to die. I took his neck in my hands and squeezed until his eyes went wide and he clawed at my arms.
My hands tightened around his throat like they were somebody else’s hands. I felt like I was watching from far away as I strangled the life out of him. His eyes bulged, his face turned purple. He stared up at me. Yes. I wanted him to look me in the face as I killed him.
Then I stopped, my hands loosening. I’d already been to prison for killing a man. I didn’t want to go back, even if it meant getting rid of Gareth for good. He gasped for air, coughing, wheezing. Eventually, he went quiet, eyes closed. I wondered if I hadn’t accidentally killed him after all. I put my fingers to his throat. He was out cold but had a strong pulse. He only passed out.
I looked around for something to do with him, and saw the ropes sitting on the floor in a pile. “Let’s see how you like it,” I muttered, hauling him up into the chair. I tied him the way he tied Michelle, and made sure the knots were secure before getting in one last shot against the side of his face. I heard bones break, and I was glad.
Spike walked in. “You okay?” He was breathing heavy, and his knuckles had blood on them. I wondered how many guys he took out before getting to me.
“Yeah, I’m fine. He got my leg.” That reminded me of the knife, and I looked around for it. I found it across the room and took it, since my blood was on it.
“Who fired that shot?” I asked.
“I did. Things were getting way outta hand in here,” he said. “I knew you weren’t ready for me to come in with the troops, but I had to distract him somehow.”
“It was perfect,” I said with a grin. “Just enough to throw him off. He was just about to slice her open.”
> Michelle.
“Where is she?” I limped out of the room, pushing past Spike, looking for her. “Did you see her?” I asked, looking back at Spike.
“No, brother. I was a little busy.” He shook his hands out, and I thought about his arthritis. It took a lot for him to get into a fistfight, and I couldn’t have loved another man more in that moment than I loved him for what he did.
