Page 57 of Equilibrium
“We might need to call Doc for this,” Indigo said.
“Later.” I looked at my palm, at the red hue glistening underneath the light. Silence descended on us and the only thing I could hear were Hunter’s grunts and the buzzing of the air conditioner. The three-headed beast with our club’s motto glared at me from the wall behind Hunter, Atlas and Felix.Trust, honesty, respect, family—those four words were the ones we lived by, and I ignored all of them. If they couldn’t trust their president, how could I lead them and make everything right?
“Start. Talking,” Hunter gritted out. “I’m five minutes from going nuclear on you, Storm, so you better start fucking talking.”
And I did. I told them how persistent Logan was. I told them that even though I said no the first two times, when he brought up Las Vegas and Nikolai, I couldn’t resist. Logan knew about the deal with the Albanians, and he didn’t care if his sons lived or died. He didn’t care who got hurt, as long as he got what he wanted. He was the one that gave us his wife. He set up the whole thing.
“Holy shit,” Felix mumbled.
I couldn’t look at them. Seeing the disappointment on their faces was too much to handle right now. This web of lies I entangled myself into was getting bigger and bigger, and I didn’t know how to get out of it. I lied to them. I lied to Ophelia. I lied to the whole club, and for what? A revenge that should’ve been thought through before I acted on it.
I dove in without a plan, with poor execution never even thinking about the consequences.
“There’s more, isn’t there?” Indigo asked when the other three kept quiet.
“What did he want in return, Storm?” Hunter asked, sounding calmer than before. “What was the price for Las Vegas?”
This time I looked at them because the price was more than I was willing to pay. But I told them. I told them everything I’d been keeping inside for the last few months. I told them about the whispers in the dark and the impending war the Syndicate wanted to start. I told them that none of us were safe unless we fought.
I told them that the prize Logan asked for was the one he was never going to get, but it was apparently a wrong thing to say, because in the next moment Hunter all but ran across the room with his fists ready and a murderous look on his face.
No one tried to stop him as he lifted me from the chair and threw me across the room. I wanted to keep all of this between us, but Hunter had different ideas. He opened the door leading to the lounge area, and as I tried to get up from the floor, he pulled me by my shirt and pushed me through toward the open area where several members were sitting around the tables.
All of their smiles disappeared as their eyes landed on me and pissed off Hunter hovering over me.
This was going to get extremely messy.
Avoidance was my best friend,but after three days of practically hiding from Storm, I was starting to get tired. He tried to talk to me, but every single time I would even hear his voice, I would leave the room, or just lock myself inside my own.
And while it was a pretty fucking amazing room, it didn’t have him, and it sucked.
It sucked even more because it felt as if we were never even separated. Two days. It took him two days between us leaving the church and me waking up to bury himself beneath my skin. But he fucked up majorly, and it hurt more than I wanted to admit.
He wanted me here, not the other way around, so he should fucking act like it.
Are you sure he’s the only one that wants you here? It seems that you want to be here as well.
Oh, fuck the fuck off. I made a promise, and no matter how he behaved, I refused to go against my promises. I failed to keep up with those so many times in the past, and this time I was going to stick to it. Besides, I still needed to heal. The doctor that came here a day after our little trip to the beach said that the finger wasn’t broken, just dislocated. The wrapped digit still throbbed, and I remembered how much I screamed when he rearranged the bone. So yeah, if I wanted to help Maya, I had to heal.
Keep telling yourself that.
This was really wonderful. I was quite literally talking to myself, and if that wasn’t an inclination of how fucked up my mind was, I didn’t know what was.
I’ve been a cranky bitch for the last three days, and as if everybody could sense where my mood was, most of the people steered clear from me. But not Zoe. Oh no.
I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to escape her even if I wanted to. And right now, with her babbling about the latest customer issue she had, I really wanted to.
“And then she said,I want my money back. Can you believe it?”
Truth to be told, I had no idea what she was talking about, but I pretended to listen. “Mhm.”
“Unbelievable. And then I told her...” But I wasn’t listening at all anymore because the shouting from the inside of the house pulled my attention. Something was going on, and here I was about to think that they actually ran a monastery instead of a motorcycle club. I still had to see some fists flying around and guns being drawn.
We were sitting on the front lawn, surrounded by more men in leather than some BDSM conventions have seen. Each and every one of them had guns strapped to their hips, and they all watched us like hawks, while at the same time keeping an eye on the street.
One of them was Creed, who spent the majority of the time ricocheting between glaring at me and this sad, devastated look that I couldn’t quite decipher. But as the shouting from the inside became louder, three of them, including Creed, ran inside, leaving us with a young guy who hadProspecton his vest.
“Are you listening to me?” Zoe asked.
