King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC #6)(17)

“King!” Hyde called out as his boots thudded through the place. “We need to hurry this the fuck up.”

Yeah.

I stalked back into the living room and found Axe standing over a guy, landing punch after punch on him. The guy was covered in blood and didn’t have any fight left in him, but my brother’s own demons had surfaced. Once they were let loose, a motherfucker had no chance against him. Axe and I were cut from the same cloth; he was just better at controlling the darkness running through his veins.

I looked at Hyde. “Did we get them all?”

He nodded. “Yeah. There were four of them. They weren’t feds. I pulled this from one of them.” He handed me a piece of paper.

It was a map of the area that contained scribbled notes regarding the detail that had been guarding Romano.

“Romano’s men,” I said.

“That’s my guess.”

I shoved the paper in my pocket. “Good. With any fucking luck that’s the last of them.”

Turning to Romano, I pulled my blade out again as anticipation coursed through me. This was going to be over far too fucking quickly for me, but I had no choice. As much as I wanted to take him with me so I could dedicate some long days to making him suffer, what I wanted more was to make a fucking statement.

This is what happens when you fuck with Storm.

We will go to the depths of hell to find you.

And you won’t be the one left standing.

My eyes locked on his.

He bucked in Nitro’s hold, but we both knew this was the end of the road for him.

I called on every memory of what he’d done to my club and the people I held close.

I allowed the thoughts to swarm like angry fucking bees.

And with a roar that I dragged from the pits of my soul, I plunged the knife into his chest.

Flesh and blood and pain filled my senses as he cried out in agony.

I ripped the knife from his body and thrust it back in, twisting deep.

Pure fucking satisfaction rushed through me, but it was tinged with torment because his death would never make up for what he’d done. The lives he’d taken would never be returned. The life he’d tried to take was still in jeopardy. The suffering he’d dealt would never be eased.

I leaned in close to him and snarled through gritted teeth, “Rot in hell, motherfucker.”

His head had rolled back but he dragged it up so he could look at me one last time. “I didn’t kill your ex… Didn’t fucking kill anyone…” He gurgled through his pain before his head lolled back again.

My mind attempted to process that, but I stumbled over it.

He did fucking kill her.

He had to have.

Because if it wasn’t him, who the fuck was it?





8





King





“You think he was bullshitting you?” Nitro asked late that afternoon as we watched Kick and Nash trade jabs in the boxing ring we had set up out the back of the clubhouse.

I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I don’t fucking know, brother.”

This had been on my mind all afternoon, and I hadn’t come closer to figuring out where I stood on it. It was fucking convenient for him to throw that out as he took his last breath. I wouldn’t have put it past him trying to fuck with me from the grave. If I believed him, I had to entertain the thought we were still at risk while the killer remained free to attack again.

Fuck.

I was restless after killing Romano.

On edge.

I needed to work the high out of my body.

This shit churning through my brain didn’t fucking help.

Loud cheers from the boys watching the boxing interrupted our conversation. I looked over to see Nash grinning like a motherfucker with both arms raised.

Nitro sucked back some beer before commenting, “That asshole is good for the club.”

He was right. Nash was always welcome in my clubhouse. Mostly because he stepped the fuck up when we needed him, but also because he had a way of easing the tension running through the club.

Kick got up and returned Nash’s grin before smacking him across the head. “Rematch tomorrow, fucker. And put your fucking dick away.”

Nash’s smile only grew larger as he grabbed his crotch. “You wanna see it, brother?”

Nitro chuckled, which was fucking odd for him. But that was what Nash did.

I stood, needing to get out of here. “We’ll go over everything at church tomorrow.”

Nitro nodded before turning his attention back to the ring.

I headed inside to check on a few things before leaving. Fuck knew where I’d end up, but I couldn’t sit around doing nothing any longer.

Skylar met me as I walked the hallway to the office. “Oh good, I’ve been looking for you! Can you do me a favour?”

“What?” The question came out harder than I intended, but I was so fucking tense I couldn’t stop it.

She frowned. “Why are you so cranky? I just asked you a question.”

I worked to rein my shit in, but failed. “Fuck, Skye, just ask the fucking question.”

Her lips flattened. “Fine,” she snapped. “Can you drop some meals over to Lily’s? Annika and Kree cooked some up for her family, and I promised her I’d get them over to her today.”