Fuck off, Rachel.
“Anyone else?” Dante said, amusement flickering over his face. The bastard was enjoying this.
“You caused a lot of damage,” Hacksaw said. “And you broke his heart.” He nodded his head at Dante. I spun back around to look at him, but he had zero reaction to Hacksaw’s confession.
“It’s true,” Vienna said. “I’ve always liked you, but it's difficult to forgive what you did to him. We were around to see the mess you made. You tore him up inside. It wasn’t pleasant, Rachel. And remember, I’m saying this as a friend. I’ve always had a soft spot for you, but facts are facts.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me? He broke up withme.”
“But you were already one foot out the door,” Vienna countered.
“You made a mess out of a lot of things,” Hacksaw nodded.
“I personally think you’re scum, and Dante can do a lot better,” Chicken piped up. That wasn’t worth any more of my energy other than a scoff.
“I think you’re a prick,” Rooster backed up his brother.
“Surprise, surprise. Of course the poultry brothers stick together,” I muttered under my breath.
“You were a bit of a shit,” Sunshine said. “Nasty temper.”
“I don’t have a problem with you,” came Tools next. “I just don’t think you’re right for this place. You’re too hot-headed. I still have a scar from when you threw that plate.”
“And let’s not forget the way you were with Mama when Crash died,” said Riley.
“Oh, fuck off,” I nearly laughed. “Mama and I have never got along. But I gave her a hug when Zach was murdered, which is more than any of you lot did!”
“You broke Bee’s heart,” Doc began, and that’s when I lost it.
“Right. I don’t give a fuck if Dante gave you five minutes. That’s got to be up—it’s my turn now. First of all, I don’t know what fucked up, censored version of the story you’ve all heard, but I never broke Bee’s heart. I was trying to take her with me. If anyone broke her heart, it was fucking Dante. And as for themess I caused? Are you all fucking high right now? It was me who realised Macbeth was the traitor. It was me who ran into the burning clubhouse and saved Bee. It was me who realised where Dante was when he was kidnapped, and it was me who went to fucking rescue him. Minus Vienna—who better not so much aslookin my direction for the foreseeable future—you were all too busy sitting in your useless fucking Church, plaiting your pubes and praying for the best.”
My breathing was heavy and shallow as my anger got the better of me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before continuing.
“Theonlyreason you're placing the blame on me for the shit show eighteen months ago is because if you don’t, you’ll have to face up to the fact that the blame lies entirely with you and this shitty club. Because not only did you fail yourselves, you failed the entire club—and everyone who didn’t fucking make it. And no,” I snapped, turning back around to Dante. “I haven’t broken our fucking agreement, because nothing has been signed yet. If you get your five minutes, so do I. I hate this club. I hate every fucking part of it, and the day it disbands, the world will be a better place for it!”
“Time’s up,” Dante said, pushing himself off the bar.
“Oh, really? But the fun is just getting started. Where’s that mother of yours? I’m sure she’d like to have a pop or two at me.”
An awkward silence fell over the room.
“What?” I demanded. “Where’s Kitty?”
Please, Lord, let her be dead.
“She’s in bed,” Dante said, walking over to Vienna to take Axel from him. “Come on, we’re going to get Axel settled in his room. And that’s it. You all had your chance. No one else says a word to Rachel, and she’ll say nothing back. Understood?”
The club murmured their agreement back, and Dante looked at me for confirmation. I nodded, but I made a mental noteof every word—and they’d better believe that after these six months, I’d be seeking each one of them out to set the record straight.
Chapter 13
Rachel
“Well,” I hissed, spinning around to face him once we were back in the privacy of the house. “That was fun. What other fun activities do you have planned for the day?”
“Be mad all you want, but it needed to be done. Would you rather have them all say their piece now, or have them resent you and do it behind your back, anyway?”
“I’ve never given a shit about what people say about me behind my back.”
