“You got this?” Glitch suddenly asks, looking at Simba. Simba arches a brow but nods slowly. “Good. I have one other thing to see to.” Then she skips off, Code hot on her heels.
Bullet steps forward and looks at Nikolai. “Why did you kill Vlad?” he asks the man. Nikolai is silent. Bullet slams his fistinto his face. “Talk or I’ll make sure your death is anything but quick.”
Nikolai stares at him and then spits something out in Russian. I glance around because I have no clue what he’s said.
“He said fuck you,” Jaguar states. He replies sharply in Russian, which has Nikolai spitting back. Before long they’re exchanging in a battle of words that none of us can fucking understand.
“Fucking English would you,” Bullet barks angrily.
“Fucker said that Vlad was a problem and he wanted him out of the way,” Jaguar summarizes. “There’s a lot of cursing at me in there, a few inventive names, and also to tell you that even if you kill him, this will never be over.”
“So cliché,” Karissa tsks. Her dark gaze moves to Arson. “So, what’s your story, huh?”
“Fuck you, bitch,” Arson spits. He groans in pain when Razor slams his fist into his face.
“Thank you, honey,” Karissa coos. Then she grabs Arson’s hair and yanks his head back. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear. You better start talking or I’m just going to start cutting.” I don’t know where her gun went, but suddenly a large knife appears.
“Bitch, how the hell did you get that?” Taz demands. “That’s mine. Fucking pickpocket.”
Everyone ignores him. “Start talking,” Karissa orders again, pressing the knife to his throat and sliding it slowly across his skin.
“Fuck you,” Arson whispers, but I can see him shaking. The fear practically permeates from him.
“Ooh, my turn!” Taz beams, stepping forward and putting his gun straight to Crook’s forehead. “Start talking, or I’ll find a creative way to use this gun,” he threatens smoothly. “And I’ll make sure that I don’t use lube when I put it where I want it to go.”
Crook’s face goes white. “You’re going to kill me anyway,” he breathes out. “Just do it already.”
“No, see, I don’t work that way,” Taz replies regretfully. “I want to make sure you die slowly, painfully. Humiliate you in any way I can. Then, when I’m done, I’ll move on to this guy next to you and start all over again with him, but I’ll know what doesn’t work then, right? So I can perfect things. Ever had a bullet fired up your ass? Trust me, not pleasant. I’ve seen it happen. Never want it to happen to me, I can tell you, but I’ve seen it done so now I know how to do it properly to make sure that you endure the most pain possible, while also keeping you alive long enough to make you die in such agony you’ll beg me to finish you off.”
“What the fuck?” I hear King mutter beside me, shocked and a little disgusted. Yeah, I know the feeling.
“It was all Silver’s idea,” Crook blurts out. “He was the one who set up the meeting with Nikolai, and then they brought Arson in once the deal was figured out. Arson’s been wanting more of the pie, and this was the best way to make it happen. Nikolai took out Vlad, and we run their shit through this territory and through multiple states, and across the border. It was just business. We were going to approach you, but then you called us in, and we had our perfect in. We just had to get you out of the way, but you were always two steps ahead of us. Then when you found where they were keeping the big fucker and that bitch and those brats got involved, we realized that we didn’t have much time.”
“So you escaped and went to Nikolai,” Bullet finishes, fury filling his tone. “You fucking idiots. He hates MCs. If you were actually thinking with your brains and not the drugs in your system, you would know he had no fucking plan to do any of that shit. You got the locations he wanted, and now he doesn’tfucking need you. He was going to kill you and take over all this shit for himself.”
“No, that’s not true!” Cobra bites out. “We made sure of it. Silver made sure of it.”
“And just how did he do that?” Sniper sneers. “Promising that you’ll all be fine? If I had to bet, I’d say Silver here is on Nikolai’s payroll in exchange for not dying when all this was over. Isn’t that right?” He kicks Silver in the side, and other than a quick grunt, Silver doesn’t reply. He just stares straight ahead.
“Well, all of this was for nothing, because I’m finished with it,” Bullet hisses. He looks at Arson. “You killed three of my men. You had another one captured and tortured. You beat his woman. I’m going to be glad to see you fucking dead.”
“I’m afraid that none of that can happen,” Silver announces calmly, drawing our attention. And that’s when I see it as he pulls it out of his fucking pocket.
The fucking badge.
He’s a motherfucking FBI Agent!
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
HULK
Betrayal.
“Make that two,”Glitch calls out as she walks out, her hand gripping Cryos’s arm tightly, Code grabbing the other one. Cryos’s face is a mask of indifference, but his eyes are full of panic. The silence is deafening as we all watch them yank Cryos over to stand next to Silver, who gets to his feet, his badge still in hand.
What. The. Fuck?
The disbelief can be felt by everyone, and I’m unable to do anything but stare at Cryos and Silver, who share a quick knowing look that makes my blood boil. Betrayal is swiftly behind it all. Cryos is a Fed? He swore he was done with them. He’s been a part of our club for years, trusted in ways that no one else really has ever been. And this is what he does? Stabs us in the back?
