“He’s got a fucking porn collection of my fucking girl.” He moves closer to Kace, getting right in his face. “He’s fucking dead,” he whispers.
Kace makes me pack a bag while Zane continues to pace and smash his fist through anything that he goes near. We walk out of the house and I climb onto the bike behind Zane as Kace takes my bag. No one says a word, we head to Souls and I decide on the ride that I need to talk to Zane. Talk him out of the crazy idea of killing my father. I race with ideas of how to fix this before it’s too late.
When we get to the club, Zane grabs my hand and leads me inside. Kace is right behind us and tries to stop him as he drags me into the room that is forbidden to the outside world. I try to pull away, but he tightens his grip on my hand.
“What the fuck?” Brooks asks, standing up.
Before I can even blink, Zane lets go of my hand and punches Brooks right in the jaw.
“Zane,” I scream, grabbing his arm. Kace curses and pulls Zane back before Brooks can recover.
“What the fuck,” Brooks hisses. His eyes fly to mine and they narrow. “Shattered Souls only, get the fuck out of here.”
“She’s staying,” Zane hisses. “You broke into her place, destroyed it, and threatened her. That’s not treating her like my old lady, you lying piece of shit.”
I want to leave, I know I should, but I’m captivated by w
hat’s happening. Brooks steps back like Zane hit him and his eyes are wide in shock. He’s one hell of a good actor, I’ll give him that. The anger is rolling off of Zane, I can see his shoulders rising and falling as he breathes heavily. His back is rigid, ready to attack again. Kace has his hand on Zane’s shoulder, ready to grab him at any moment.
“You better get your facts right before you come in here protecting pussy,” Brooks says. Zane goes to swing, but Kace pulls him back. “I didn’t go to Harper’s, I didn’t send anyone to Harper’s. You need to get your head on straight, because you’re way out of line.”
“I don’t believe you,” Zane growls. “Who else would do it?”
“How about figuring that shit out before coming in here and acting like a man with no fucking control. You’re losing the ability to think straight. You keep pointing the finger, rushing to snap decisions. Take a fucking minute to calm down before you fucking react.” In a moment that actually makes me see Brooks as a real human, he pulls Zane in for a hug. “You love her, it’s clear. You need to calm down and as a club we will sit at this table and figure out who the fuck threatened her. It wasn’t us, Z, my word.”
I try to step to the door and Brooks locks his eyes with mine. “Tell me what you know.”
“What?” I ask, a bit too loud.
“Why did your old man go after so many from my club?”
“Brooks,” Z says, moving to me. “She has nothing to do with it.”
I pat his chest and step toward Brooks. After everything that’s happened recently, I have no fear. The worst he can do is kill me and it’s not the worst thing that could happen. That exists in my father’s safe. “I found a mask in my father’s office, I assume it belongs to Sal. He’s in charge while my father is gone. That’s all I found. I have no idea why they did it, but I had no idea.”
My voice is calm as I speak. I’m betraying my club, giving the enemy information they shouldn’t have. I’ve resigned myself to death, but I’ll watch my father lose it all before he kills me.
“You tried to help us?” Kace asks.
I peek over my shoulder at him and smile. “I tried to help Z,” I say, honestly. He nods, giving me a small grin.
“There’s nothing else I know,” I say to Brooks. I turn around and walk out of the enemy’s room. My body is shaking and I don’t know if it’s because of what just happened or if I’m feeling the effects of the last few hours.
Before I get to the door that leads to the back, Zane is at my side. He grabs my hand and leads the way. We get in the room and I grab his face, forcing him to look at me. “I’m gonna go back to the club, I’m going to destroy all the photos. After that, I’m walking away for good. I’m done with him. Let me do that, let me handle it. If you do, I’m yours. I’ll stay for good.”
His eyes soften and he pulls me against him. “I’m still gonna kill him.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“I can’t let that go, babe. I’ve let a lot of things go over the years. Things I should have killed him for. I knew what he was doing, but I didn’t stop him. I allowed it to happen. But no more. I might’ve been too young, too inexperienced before, but not now. I’ll let you destroy the photos because they need to disappear. I will be there with you though and once we leave, you’re never going back. I will fucking marry you and you will be a Shattered Soul.”
“You’re gonna marry me?” I ask.
“Fuck yes. I’ll protect you for the rest of my life,” he whispers, holding my hair tighter.
Tears prick my eyes at his words. He knows how this will end and he’s still willing to do it.
“Okay, we’ll go in a few days. I think he’ll be back in two weeks.”