Page 57 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

“Yeah. You’ve got the whole biblical thing going on, and it matches. Kinda matches with mine, too.”

“We’re here,” I interrupt, ready to get this shit moving. If I’m forced to be away from Sienna all day, it needs to beproductive. And there’s not much progress toward finding Cain if we’re just standing here. “What’s the intel? Do you have a plan?”

Creed is the one to speak up first. “Cain is back at the clubhouse. There’s a warehouse close by that’s vacant, and we’re going to sneak in and watch for now. He spoke to the club last night and hasn’t left, so we know he’s there. Plan is?—”

“I’ve just got one question,” Sin speaks up, cutting Creed off. “Why hasn’t he come for you?” My eyes shoot to Saint when it hits me. I’ve been so occupied with Sienna I didn’t ask the one fucking question that needed to be answered. I cross my arms over my chest, waiting to see what he’ll say. I just assumed these three assholes were exiled and on the run with Sienna, getting their intel from a mole inside the club. But they’re still in it?

“What do you mean?” Saint asks.

“You’re her brother, aren’t you? If Cain wants her so bad that he’s willing to kill people and rip apart your town, why the fuck hasn’t he done anything to you three?”

Fuck.

Saint stiffens. “That’s our business. It’s not something you need to know to move forward with helping us.”

“Yeah, see, I disagree. Now, answer me, or we fucking walk.”

Saint runs his hand over his head, looking from Creed to Deacon and then back at us. “She doesn’t know. Sienna can’t know.”

Yeah, that’s not gonna sit right with me. I take a large step forward, closing the space between us. “Sienna doesn’t fucking know what?” What the fuck have they kept from her?

“Our mother was raped thirty years ago. I was the result.” I stagger back like he physically hit me. Oh, you’ve got to befucking shitting me. It all comes together and my veins fucking boil. That sick, twisted, evil fuck.

“By Cain,” I state firmly.

Saint nods. “Sienna’s dad,our dad, found her. They fell in love through her pregnancy and raised me as his own.”

“But Cain knows, which is why he won’t kill you.” And it’s why Sienna said Cain hurt her out of vengeance for something her dad did.

“He does. He was exiled, the Kingsnake tattoo burned from his skin before he was forced out. He showed up twenty years later and found Sienna at the bar.”

“Un-fucking-believable. And you kept this from her? All this time? What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell, ready to spin this asshole’s head right off his shoulders.

“Watch your fucking mouth. I love my sister more than anything in this world; what she went through was fucking horrific, she’s still fucked up over it, the last thing I want to do is add to it by telling her the man who raped her also raped our mother and fathered me in the process. Fuck that shit. She’d never get over it.”

“She has a right to know!” I point at him with my finger. “You don’t get to decide what she can handle!”

“And who the fuck are you? You’ve known her a few weeks, don’t pretend like you know what’s good for my sister! You know what? Fuck this shit, I’m going back for her.”

Like fucking hell he is. Sin steps between where Saint and I are facing off, putting his hand on my chest and silently telling me to back off. He can go fuck himself. Any other time? Sure, I listen, but not when it comes to Sienna.

“Both of you settle the fuck down. I got my answer, and it makes sense now. We’re going to leave it alone, it’s between you and your sister. We’re here to take out Cain, and that’s what we’re going to focus on. Sienna is fine atthe clubhouse. She’s been spending time with the women there and is making friends. She’s safe there and should stay put until the threat is taken out, and she can return.”

That won’t be fucking happening either. Not unless Sienna says it is. I shoot Saint one last lethal look before taking a step back, pulling out a smoke from my back pocket, needing something to take the edge off before I fucking kill her brother. This tangled web just got that much more fucked up. So, if Cain couldn’t have Sienna’s mother, he wants to take the next best thing.

Sienna.

After a few more heated minutes, we all climb back into our vehicles, Rogue following their SUV through the small town of Autumn Bay, keeping to the outskirts and back roads. We end up on a private dirt driveway and follow it all the way to the end, a large decrepit warehouse sitting off in the distance.

We follow the guys in, the scent of old oil, rust, and rot clinging to the air. My rage hasn’t simmered, and I don’t think anything could drown out the feelings raging inside me right now. Every moment that bastard gets to breathe is too long for me.

All the men start to talk about strategy and plans for how to get in, a bunch of words that mean jack shit to me right now. All that’s running through my mind is the look on her face when she told me exactly what he did to her. My brothers keep talking to the other three assholes, their voices all blurring together under the roar building inside my chest and head. I want to kick down their front gate and flip every fucking stone until I find whatever rock he’s hiding under.

I want Cain scared, I want him to sweat it out, to know Wrath is coming for him. I’ve spent years learning control and discipline, learning when to use the monster inside me andwhen to keep him chained down, but right now? I’m only seeing red.

Rogue must sense the violence brewing inside me, stepping into my space and forcing my attention on him. “Reel it in. I know what you’re feeling right now because I’ve been there. You will get your time to rip him limb from limb, but right now, you need to focus and use your goddamn head.”

My head is only telling me one thing: protect what’s ours.