“Yeah, well, I've been around here long enough to know these people won't give you a second's peace if you don't put your foot down. Give them an inch. They take a mile.”
“It wouldn't hurt you to admit you were worried about me – that you're still worried about me, in fact.”
“When I'm worried about you, I'll admit it. Until then, don't go assuming you know what will hurt me and what won't,” shecame right back at me, but I heard the note of humour in her voice.
I allowed her to lead the way as she guided me upstairs to my bedroom. “Ooh, Rachel, the bedroom already! Are you trying to have your wicked way with me?”
“Keep talking like that, and I'll be the one to stitch you up instead of Doc. Is that what you want? Although, I’ve seen his handiwork, and quite frankly, Frankenstein’s Monster was put together better than he can do.”
“Damn. If I'd have known that putting the club tattoo on you would instil a club attitude in you, I might have thought twice about it.”
Fire flashed in her eyes. “First of all, I already had this attitude. Don't act like you pressed a magic switch. Secondly, don't bring up that disgusting thing. It still stings like a bitch. And third of all,” she huffed, taking me by surprise as she shoved me onto the bed. “I was going to clean the sheets before you got into bed, but now you can lay in Shark's blood, and you can do it without muttering a word of complaint.”
“I've laid in worse.”
“You've lainwithworse,” she snapped. “I'm going to go see Bee. I'll be back when Doc is finished.”
“You're not going to stay and play nurse for me?”
“I already did that for Shark,” she said with a smirk. “I'm all nursed out, I'm afraid.”
And with that, she flicked her hair over her shoulder and walked out of the door without a backwards glance.
I shook my head at her, ignoring the fire that flew through my veins at the thought of her tending to another man and nursing him back to health.
It was ridiculous, and my brothers would never betray me in such a way.
You didn't think Macbeth would betray you like this either.
That much was true.
I knew he was a jealous, spiteful cunt, but I didn't think he had it in him to take things this far.
His hatred for me grew every day, but he loved our mother, and he had always shown the utmost respect for our father. And then there were his brothers. He had been raised alongside some of these men since birth.
By betraying me, he was betraying the entire club, and all he had ever known, and if I was being honest, I was struggling to figure out what could possibly be worth it.
There was no coming back from this.
The club would kill him.
Things like this were not taken lightly, and his status as the president's son wouldn't stretch to offer him the level of protection, he needed to get out of this.
Church would be held, and it would be put to a vote. But we all knew what the outcome was going to be.
Macbeth would be off to meet Mister Maker.
You didn’t get to betray the club and live to survive the tale.
Church would only decide whose hand would be the one to deliver the killingblow.
Chapter 12
Dante
“Are we allowed in, or is that woman of yours going to yell at us again?” My dad asked just as I got comfortable on the bed. He opened the door wide, allowing himself, Mama, and Doc to walk in.
“Depends. How much damage are you planning on inflicting?” I directed my question at Doc.
