Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“What’s happening?” Another voice joins us.
“Get Tyler,” Bear demands.
Sliding from his grip, I will the tears to subside so I can catch my breath. More brothers join us outside, wary eyes watching me.
“Tell us who upset you, and we’ll make them wish they were never born,” Carver growls, his knuckles turning white as he fists his hands. I look over at Tyler’s best friend and VP and shake my head.
“It’s not me,” I croak, my throat raw. How do I tell them?
Tyler pushes his way through the gathering of brothers, his chest still bare from earlier. Reaching for me, he grips my upper arms. “I’ve been fucking calling you. Why haven’t you been picking up?”
I’m surprised he didn’t come looking for me. I needed him to.
“Harley’s dead,” I state, and the sky appears to darken, the stars falling from its shelter.
Bear takes my hand, pulling me from Tyler’s grip, lines tugging down his brow. “Start from the beginning, Rogue.”
“They fucking killed her,” I snap, snatching my hand from his. I don’t want to be touched. I need… Harley alive.
“Who?” Tyler asks, his features pinched. “Who killed her?”
Digging into my pocket, I snatch up the fabric and hold it out in my palm. The rocker at the top of the patch blares up at us all, the name blazed across it freezing the blood in my veins:
KINGS OF SIN
CHAPTER 3
INTO THE DARKNESS
Whispers trickle amongst the brothers’ confusion, trying to penetrate their alcohol-soaked brains. “Where did you get this?” Bear asks, attempting to take the patch from me. I close my fist, clutching the fabric in a vice grip. Harley would never have this. She despised the Kings with more passion than any of us.
“It was with Harley when they found her.” Anger colors my tone. An ominous silence falls amongst the brothers. Why aren’t they rushing to get weapons, planning to get answers from those bastards?
“When you say ‘found her’…?” Tyler edges toward me, but I’m already stepping back, sliding my eyes toward him without moving my head. I’m not a fucking child who needs to be handled.
“She’s fucking dead, Tyler. One of those King motherfuckers strangled her and cut away her tattoo.” I drag out one ragged breath after another.
The whispers turn to coarse grumbles. “This doesn’t mean the Kings had anything to do with it,” Tyler placates, pointing to my hand clutching the patch.
My skull crushes in on itself. “Are you serious?”
Of course that’s what it means.
“We all need to calm down and take this inside.” Bear twirls his hand in the air, signaling everyone to round up and go back inside.
“Did you hear what I said?” I cry out. Am I the only one who gives a shit? Harley grew up here. Most of these brothers raised her. I’m going to wake up and this all be a dream. A fucking nightmare.
“Come inside. Let me make some calls.” Bear offers his hand out to me. Fire zaps through my veins. Disbelief stains my heart. Why are they all acting so normal?
Harley is fucking dead!
“Rogue, please,” Bear pleads, water glassing his eyes and melting away my resolve.
“Fine.” I push past everyone and find the first seat inside. Crossing my arms, I let my anger fester and build until my bones ache beneath the skin coating them. There’s movement and talking all around me, but I drown it out, sit, and wait for action. The fucking sky is falling in on me, and the people I call family don’t seem to give two shits.
How is this happening?
A dark pit unfurls within me, tempting me, opening its arms to embrace me—to mold me into what I need to be to exact vengeance no matter the cost. It’s selfish, but we’re Devils. To do nothing is a betrayal to Harley and a weakness for our club. Her death can’t go unpunished. I won’t allow it.
“Babe, you need to get some sleep. You’re exhausted,” Tyler informs me, collapsing into the seat beside me. “Bear has reached out to all our contacts. We’ll find who did this and deal with them accordingly.”
“We know who did this. She had one of their patches, Ty. You know how she felt about them. I bet she bumped into one of them that night and ran her mouth.” I sniffle, tucking my hair behind my ears.
He keeps his voice low and controlled. “We don’t know that. I know you’re angry.” His rough palm strokes up my bare thigh, squeezing the hem of my jean shorts. “It’s reckless to act when you’re hurting and not thinking clearly.”
“Hurting?” I snap, shoving his hand from me. I rise to my feet, forcing the chair to screech across the floor behind me. “There’s not a word for what I’m feeling. I want to bring the fucking world to its knees. If you don’t give me vengeance, I’ll unleash it upon them alone.”