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I pushed him away from me, my soul loving the confusion and pain flickering over his face. His eyes connected with mine and everything that he tried to hide earlier was now on a display, reflecting back at me.
But the time for talking, time for emotions and fixing things should have happened three days ago. He should have known that I wouldn’t react kindly to the way he behaved and the things he said.
“I told you, Storm. I am going to destroy you and your merry band of leather-loving fucks. Just watch me.”
And he did.
“Keep your fucking bitch on a leash, Storm. Next time it will be her head that’ll meet my knife.”
He watched me as I pushed through the crowd and went all the way to the house. It was such a shame that none of it mattered anymore because I was going to burn this entire place to the ground.
24
STORM
Two months later
Time moved slowlywhen the one you always wanted wouldn’t even talk to you. She took Indigo and Atlas under her wing, the two men I trusted with my life, who now wouldn’t even look at me. What I did during that gathering would haunt me for the rest of my life, but I had no other choice with the threat hanging in the air.
That letter I got… God, I had to sacrifice one of them and I chose to sacrifice her like the fool I was.
She wouldn’t look at me. Wouldn’t talk to me. Zoe hated me. Atlas ignored me. Indigo looked at me with both pity and anger, and I had no idea how to deal with any of that. I had no idea what to do or how to act, when I had to put up this front for everyone else.
Rip approached me after the gathering telling me how stupid I was for letting her go. I knew that even without him telling me, but I had no answer to any of their questions.
It was either sacrificing Ophelia or every single chapter throughout the country. And I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t make a choice that would destroy thousands of them, when it was clear that whoever was after her was somehow infiltrated into every single chapter I had.
I didn’t have time to talk to her about it. I didn’t have time to talk to anyone about it, and I just did whatever I thought was the best. I thought she would be able to understand, to forgive me, but I had to make it seem as if she never meant anything to me.
But now, two months after the gathering, I could see that there was no going back.
She was true to her word, and once an hour passed without her phone and her personal belongings in her room, she cornered one of the prospects and brought him to me, demanding for her items to be returned or she would kill him.
I believed her, but I wanted to try and talk to her one last time. I should have known better and now I had to live with consequences.
I held the letter the real villain of this story sent me, trying to wrap my mind around it, looking for any clue that could reveal the person that wrote it, but there was not one single thing that could tell me the truth.
I had a feeling Nova had something to do with this, and contrary to the popular belief, the only reason why I still kept her next to me was because I needed to find out who she worked for. If I spooked her now, I would never be able to get to that person.
My guys were following her every move outside of the Club, but so far there was nothing that could reveal the real culprit.
There was no signature, no obvious gender, and all my contacts came up blank when I told them about this. The leaders of other chapters were aware, cautious and aware of the threat, but we were going nowhere.
Two months later we were nowhere near close to resolution and it was eating me alive.
I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to hold her, to show her how sorry I am for the vicious words I spilled that day. I would get down on my knees if she would just talk to me. But I couldn’t reveal any of these, because I knew that there were people in my own chapter that were working with the enemy.
But if it wasn’t The Syndicate, was it someone from the Outfit? Was this Logan?
Knock came on the door, and I hurriedly folded the letter and pushed it into the first drawer, hiding it from everybody else.
“Come in,” I said, leaning back in my chair.
Atlas walked inside, dark circles around his eyes and worry etched in the lines of his face. I didn’t like this look, and the first thought that came to my mind was that something happened to Ophelia.
“What’s wrong?” I asked and stood up even before he could say a word. “Is she okay? What’s going on?”
Anger he felt toward me flashed in those eyes, but he quickly schooled his features, standing in the same spot.
