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him realize that he wasn’t going to be able to manipulate her even if he had almost apologized. She knew men like him; she’d been raised by about sixty of them and he wasn’t about to get his way after the attitude he’d given her earlier. “See you tomorrow,” she said, and tapped on the door with her foot so Evert or whoever was close in case something went wrong opened the door.
Death stared at the closed door seething. Not only had she not told him where she’d been, she hadn’t even stuck around long enough for him to assure himself that she was okay. It annoyed him that he even cared. He ripped his eyes from the closed door she’d escaped through and glared towards the window instead. Where the hell was his crew? They should have come after him by now; it had been four days.
He didn’t know what to think about them not showing up to rescue him. As he jerked uselessly on the chains encasing his wrists, he felt a growl of displeasure bubbling up inside his chest. Something had to be going down with them or he knew Reaper would already have freed him from Blade and his cronies—unless they were dealing with something big.
Death’s eyes moved to the wall where the chains connected, anger burning inside his stomach as he thought about what could be going wrong with his MC. Blade better hope that wasn’t the case because if even one of his men died because Blade had trapped him here, he was going to rip the man’s heart out. Closing his eyes, he was suddenly thrust into the past and a memory he wanted to forget.
Death was about twenty when he’d learned to hate the Headhunters and now at thirty-three, he didn’t question if they were bad or good. He could still remember standing in the street watching as they ripped Lily from the sidewalk. He’d been a prospect and too far away to do anything except watch. Lily had screamed as they’d shoved her into a cage while several Blue Bandits had run to help, but no one had been close enough.
Three days later they’d found Lily’s body beside the road, her eyes staring sightlessly at the sky. Death remembered the bruises and the way he’d reached out to touch her cold hand. Lily was black and blue from her head to her feet with nothing covering her naked body. If she’d been alive when they dumped her, she wouldn’t have survived for long because it was the middle of winter and she would have died of exposure. He had even hoped that she’d already been dead when they dumped her because lying in the snow slowly freezing to death after being raped and abused seemed worse than if they’d just killed her. Reaper and he had looked at her body with only anger burning inside their souls. That night was the last time he truly remembered feeling human because after that he became hard and a little cruel.
It wasn’t the way Lily had been left that burned the hatred into him so deeply. No, it was the blood that coated her body and the fact that she was his baby sister that truly made his life alter in that moment. Lily had never done anything to deserve the pain the Headhunters had inflicted on her. When she’d laughed, it was like the world was made of pure joy. When she’d teased him, it felt like he was invincible but when she was gone, the world turned cold and colored with blue like her lips as she lay there on the cold ground covered in a light layer of snow. Death could still remember her eyes being swollen shut, her body covered in dirt and cuts all over her chest and stomach. That was the moment when his humanity left him, as he’d climbed on his bike and headed out with two other prospects to murder the men responsible for Lily’s death.
Reaper and Mack were the prospects who’d gone with him to kill fifteen men that day. While the president had hemmed and hawed about what to do, they’d taken care of the problem without allowing club politics to affect their decision. It had started a war that Gator hadn’t been ready to start but
Death stared at the closed door seething. Not only had she not told him where she’d been, she hadn’t even stuck around long enough for him to assure himself that she was okay. It annoyed him that he even cared. He ripped his eyes from the closed door she’d escaped through and glared towards the window instead. Where the hell was his crew? They should have come after him by now; it had been four days.
He didn’t know what to think about them not showing up to rescue him. As he jerked uselessly on the chains encasing his wrists, he felt a growl of displeasure bubbling up inside his chest. Something had to be going down with them or he knew Reaper would already have freed him from Blade and his cronies—unless they were dealing with something big.
Death’s eyes moved to the wall where the chains connected, anger burning inside his stomach as he thought about what could be going wrong with his MC. Blade better hope that wasn’t the case because if even one of his men died because Blade had trapped him here, he was going to rip the man’s heart out. Closing his eyes, he was suddenly thrust into the past and a memory he wanted to forget.
Death was about twenty when he’d learned to hate the Headhunters and now at thirty-three, he didn’t question if they were bad or good. He could still remember standing in the street watching as they ripped Lily from the sidewalk. He’d been a prospect and too far away to do anything except watch. Lily had screamed as they’d shoved her into a cage while several Blue Bandits had run to help, but no one had been close enough.
Three days later they’d found Lily’s body beside the road, her eyes staring sightlessly at the sky. Death remembered the bruises and the way he’d reached out to touch her cold hand. Lily was black and blue from her head to her feet with nothing covering her naked body. If she’d been alive when they dumped her, she wouldn’t have survived for long because it was the middle of winter and she would have died of exposure. He had even hoped that she’d already been dead when they dumped her because lying in the snow slowly freezing to death after being raped and abused seemed worse than if they’d just killed her. Reaper and he had looked at her body with only anger burning inside their souls. That night was the last time he truly remembered feeling human because after that he became hard and a little cruel.
It wasn’t the way Lily had been left that burned the hatred into him so deeply. No, it was the blood that coated her body and the fact that she was his baby sister that truly made his life alter in that moment. Lily had never done anything to deserve the pain the Headhunters had inflicted on her. When she’d laughed, it was like the world was made of pure joy. When she’d teased him, it felt like he was invincible but when she was gone, the world turned cold and colored with blue like her lips as she lay there on the cold ground covered in a light layer of snow. Death could still remember her eyes being swollen shut, her body covered in dirt and cuts all over her chest and stomach. That was the moment when his humanity left him, as he’d climbed on his bike and headed out with two other prospects to murder the men responsible for Lily’s death.
Reaper and Mack were the prospects who’d gone with him to kill fifteen men that day. While the president had hemmed and hawed about what to do, they’d taken care of the problem without allowing club politics to affect their decision. It had started a war that Gator hadn’t been ready to start but
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