King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC #6)(67)

I gripped my phone harder. “You sure about that? One hundred fucking percent sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

“I appreciate the info. And just letting you know, I’ve sorted my problems with the feds, but I doubt that extends to you, so you need to get as far from Storm as possible.”

He turned quiet for a moment. “Watch over Hailee for me, King.”

“Yeah.”

I ended the call and dialled Lily without wasting a second. “You still at my place?” I demanded, not giving her a chance to get a word in.

“Yes, why—”

“Do not leave there. I am on my way over now.”

“King, what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you when I get there, but do not leave and do not let anyone in.”

“Umm, does that mean I have to kick your neighbour out?”

My blood turned to ice, cooling my veins as it flowed. “What neighbour, Lily?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, all I heard were muffled cries before the line went dead.

I pushed up out of my chair. Eyes to Hyde, I bellowed, “It was fucking D’Amato! All this fucking time! And now he has Lily.”

Hyde jerked up. “Fucking hell!”

We rounded up everyone we could find and roared out of the clubhouse. My heart beat furiously the whole fucking way there. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been so fucking stressed. If D’Amato hurt Lily, I would hunt down every last member of his family and rip them apart limb by fucking limb. I would make them bleed in ways they never knew they could, and he would wish he’d never laid eyes on my woman.



Hyde wanted to be strategic about how we got inside my place to Lily, but I didn’t have the patience for that. D’Amato knew we were coming, so there was no point fucking about getting in there. I gave Hyde half a minute of airtime with his objections to my plan, and then I fucking stormed the place.

“King, you move fast,” D’Amato said when we entered my living room.

My eyes went straight to Lily who sat on the couch with her hands bound, her mouth gagged. She met my gaze, and I saw the fear in hers. Fuck. I had done this to her when all I’d tried to do was fucking keep her safe.

“Has he touched you?” I demanded of her.

She shook her head. Thank fuck.

D’Amato moved to her, pressing his gun to her temple. “You can’t imagine how happy I was when it came to my attention you’d found a new plaything. After I killed your previous one, I felt a little empty. I decided that was because you didn’t get to see me do it, so this time around I’m fixing that mistake of mine. This time you will have front row seats. All I have to decide now is how long to make you wait for the final performance.”

“You’re fucking insane,” I snarled. “All this for a nephew you hardly knew and didn’t like?”

He pushed his gun harder against Lily’s head, rage written all over him. “No, all this for my sister whose son I presume you killed. I might not have liked the boy, but after his death, she spiralled into depression and addiction, and killed herself. I lived through those five years of her hell, and I’ve lived through the rest of these years in my own hell. And that was all on you and your fucking club. I just never knew who to blame until Ryland brought me the information.”

I assessed the situation. I had six men at my back, ready to defend me. I could lunge at D’Amato and hope like hell he shot me rather than Lily, at which time my men could save her. My concern was he’d shoot her and take whatever consequences that meant for him. His only goal here was to see me suffer, and killing her was his ticket to that.

I decided to keep him talking while my brain ran through other possible scenarios.

“I didn’t kill the baby, but I did deal with your nephew. He was a fool who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. When the club whore turned up with the child and dumped it with him, he panicked about his girlfriend finding out, and killed the whore. It was a clusterfuck for my club, because she had family connections we didn’t need to be dealing with if they found out. I only went to your nephew to give him a piece of my fucking mind, but he lost his shit and ended up dead in the process.”

“Where’s the fucking child now?”

“That was the thing in all of this that threw us—Moses disappeared. Someone took him from his cot. We never worked out who, and we never found him.” It was the truth, but I was hoping it rattled him to the point of stepping away from Lily and coming to me.

It didn’t.

Instead, he yanked her up off the couch, pushed her in front of him, and put the gun to her head again. Fear flashed in her eyes, but she showed no other emotion. No tears. No muffled cries or screams. My woman stood fucking tall and took what he did to her without anything but that flicker of fear as she watched me.

“Maybe I won’t kill her, King. Maybe she’ll simply disappear. I’ll take her with me and you’ll never see her again. Never find her.” His voice dropped to a menacing evil tone. “You’ll never fucking know what filthy things I’ve done to her.” He shifted the gun from her head to run it slowly over her body. “She looks like a fun plaything, and the more I think about this, the more I like the idea.”

I gritted my teeth.