Tainted Love Book 2

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E. J. Lace

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Autore

E. J. Lace

Letto da

261K

Capitoli

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I Said Justice, but Vengeance Works Too

Savannah

“You are not killing someone, Savannah!”

Grave starts talking about how I’m never going to be able to undo it, and how it weighs on the conscience. What if somebody found out? How would this affect me in the long term?

He insists on being the one to kill Matthias.

“How the fuck do you think you’re going to lure Mathias out of the compound and kill him? Hmm? If it was easy, Lucien would have done it. Now, hear me out.”

I start explaining my plan. I tell Grave how pussy makes men stupid, especially the prospect of living out a real life porn.

“Your idea is to break down in front of the Hell Raiders’ clubhouse and talk Barns into fucking on the side of the road while waiting for a tow truck. Are you kidding me?” Grave asks.

I pop my lips with a nope and cross my arms, with the cock of my hip.

“I know porn, I also know how sexy I am. All I need to do is set the scene. You know bikers, want to help? Get me close enough. Mess with the car enough so it breaks down in their camera’s sight. Let them fact check me.

“I hate lying anyways,” I say. “I need to stick as close to the truth as possible. I’ll say I was heading to town, broke down and need a tow.”

“I could break down in front of the club, look all frustrated and damsel in distress, go to the gate and: ‘Hello? Can I please please plug my phone up? My battery is dead and I need a tow or something. I’m not from around here.’

“Which will get me in the club, letting me work my magic and meet Mathias. I’ll be all: ‘Well, hello,’ and lather on the wanna-fuck-me vibe, which will get him to take the bait, letting me go all: ‘But the tow truck will be here soon. Let’s fuck in my car.’

“Which gets him out the gates. He will feel safe enough since it’s just right there. I could lead us right off camera and bang. Headshot. Nina justice.”

Dane nods, here for moral support if nothing else.

“What about after? His body? The club hearing it? The blood? Getting out, we only have a police grade and issued SUV, tracking, them knowing your face and hunting you, heat brought back to our club, a war, and Jonah.”

I click my tongue and start to think.

“Okay, okay so…for one he started this. He killed Nina.”

“It doesn’t matter, Savannah. You can’t get justice every time. It’s not always clean cut payback. This isn’t beating a rich kid up with a dildo. This is murder. Killing someone.”

I get angry and irritated but I can’t help it. This pisses me off. Mathias does NOT get to live after taking Nina’s life. It doesn’t work like that and I refuse to allow it.

My mother is dead, I can’t point fingers at anyone specifically.

Damon, Dane, Daxon and Darrion can. They deserve justice for the death of their mother. Like anyone should.

Lucien will not stop shitting on my mom’s name, hating me and my family until this man is brought down.

There has to be a way.

“It’s not about finding a way, Savannah, it’s about the repercussions. What happens after? That, you have to think about.”

Good luck with that. As we all know that’s never been my strong suit.

“He hurt people I love. He killed Nina. He doesn’t get to live a lifetime of happiness when Dane doesn’t get to have a mother. When Damon had to watch her die. When Daxon doesn’t get mom hugs anymore, when Darrion only has Lucien to look up to.

“When grams is all alone and her business will close when she dies. Matthias doesn’t get to live when the ones who loved Nina hurt. Lucien, I don’t know him well, but I can wager that he died with his wife, right?

“That means Mathias took their mother and their father. Which means everything Lucien has done to me is Mathias’s fault. He has to pay for it. There is always a way.”

I lock eyes with Grave and step closer. I’m sure he is trying to read me and figure out what I’m thinking.

We stare each other down, him watching me, me standing my ground on this. We could find a way.

There is always a way.

Always.

“We do this, you follow what I say. I’m not fighting with you on this, Savannah. I know what I’m doing,” he growls. The bear/wolf thing he has going on is coming out.

I roll my eyes and huff but I agree and let him tell me the plan.

***

“I can’t believe this shit,” Grave starts in again from the passenger seat. The windows are rolled down and the radio is blasting. I try to keep my composure as I did before.

I’m still not used to driving, but I have no choice right now. I remember the first time Damon tried to get me on his bike. He said that cars were cages and being on the back of his bike was a good first step.

Now, I’m driving an Equinox. I couldn’t stomach being in the passenger seat or the back seat, but driving, I feel in control.

How right was my Angel?

I miss him. I need to get this over with so I can go back to my man.

“Would you stop bitching?” I say. “Take this for what it is. You know—father-daughter bonding or something.”

I click my eyes to his and see his expression waver at my words. I know what I said.

Jeremiah will always be my dad.

But Grave is also my father...so I could let him in a little, right?

That’s not like cheating on my dad with another dad. I have a dad no one will ever take from me.

“Father-daughter bonding?” He repeats it like that didn’t make him happy. What an idiot.

“My dad and I have killed people together. It’s a bonding time,” Dane offers up, to which Grave and I just laugh and keep on driving.

“You know what to do? We should go over the plan again,” Grave says.

I pull up to a stop light and groan over the music.

“I know what I’m doing. I get it. This is serious shit and I could be killed. I know what is at risk. You don’t have to remind me that if I fail at anything here today, my family is in danger and left with no protection.

“I get it. I may seem free and hot-headed but I’m not. I know what I’m doing today. Stop acting like this is going to change me forever. Like I’m becoming some death eater or something.

“You act as if I don’t already have blood on my hands or this is going to be so hard on me. Mathias isn’t some sweet kid who has done no wrong. I’m looking at cold-blooded murder.

“I’m not killing just anyone. I’m getting justice and that’s the difference. So shut up and let me do my thing. Yeah?”

I wait at the stoplight and look at him.

His hazel eyes staring back at mine, his more brown and mine more on the green. My mom’s blue eyes mixed with his browns and formed my own.

His face turns to a half-hearted frown that looks to almost pain him.

“Now, without further ado...” I wave a hand back to the road to be a jackass and continue onto the street.

I make a left and head for the checkpoint we talked about.

Time to make this right.

Okay. Okay. Okay. I got this.

Just do my job and be done with this. Get this justice and go home.

I got this.

Stepping out of the car, I know everything is in place. I know Grave and Dane are hiding just behind the thicket of woods that surround this road.

I have already laid the groundwork—the devil is in the details and I made sure to play the part of confused-and-lost-while-looking-fine-as-hell damsel in distress.

Before my car broke down, I made sure to drive past the road three times and stop in the middle of the street and get out to “read the sign.”

Now I find my car coming to a sputtering stop with something clanking under the hood, right in line with the cameras they have stationed here. Now it’s up to me to act the part.

Popping the car door open, I slam it shut and act frustrated. I kick the door, then my flip flop off, and slap the side of the car all over while screaming and cursing its existence.

The hood raised, I act like I don’t know what I’m doing, fighting with it to stay up and flashing the curve of my ass cheeks...letting my shirt roll up to show off my whale tail.

My shorts are daisy dukes for sure, the crop top and bikini top is killing it. I am playing the part of a high school girl going to meet up with her friends at the falls but got lost on the way and now my phone is dead and my car is broke down.

I need a man’s help. Yuck.

I yell at the sky and try to turn my phone on before I throw my flip flops and look all around in frustration.

It’s not like I’m faking it, my phone is dead, I do need to charge it.

The freaking cabin has no electricity and I can’t stand it.

Seeing the iron gates of the Hell Raiders compound, I pick up my shoes and head that way.

Lucky me. I’m marching straight into the mouth of hell.

God...My Angel’s going to kill me.