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Coming to in the barn, hanging in between two shackles like a prisoner, I knew my time on this earth was limited. Kingpin stood in front of me. His sickened face bloody and beat.
“Leviathan, I can't believe you. I can't believe you didn't know that girl you were fucking was a goddamn spy. We found her phone. Something tells me that this is all your fault. I can't believe you didn't know.”
I didn't say anything until I thought of Haven. “Is my daughter alive?”
“She is. But she's pretty shook up. Would you want your revenge so bad you would fuck around with a spy and not tell us? Put your kids in danger?”
“That's not what happened,” I said, but knew it was true.
I’d fucked up, royally.
“Brother, you know me well enough to know, I can fucking tell when somebody is lying.”
“What happened? Who did they kill?”
“Wouldn't you like to know? I say that's club business. And you're not part of this club no more.”
“Just get it over with.” I spoke of him killing me.
“Why you’d like that, wouldn’t you? I know you’d love for me to murder you, put you out of your fucking misery. But I want you to beg. I want you to beg me not to kill your family once you’re dead.”
His glock hit my head.
“Kingpin, please. I know you too, fucker, and I know you wouldn't do that.” I started crying.
“You don't know shit. You put the people I love in danger. Brothers have died because of you. Because you didn’t put the club before yourself. Did you think Fireball wouldn’t tell us that he told you about Maren being a spy weeks ago? That fucker haggled for his life.”
“Prez, she tricked me,” I said, my heart gone.
“You're gonna go and you're gonna bring me that fucking spy. We're gonna string her up like you always wanted. And if you don't come back, we’re gonna send fifty men after you.”
“What if I can't find her?”
“Then you're not coming back alive.”
“What happens to my daughters?”
“I don't know Leviathan. I don't have those answers yet. I guess you better get your ass back here with the spy so we can answer them together.”
Paisley was right. Staring down the barrel of my brothers’ guns, I left Royal Road that night.
Three Months Later
I was sitting at the bar when she walked in. I'd recognize her anywhere. Although she dressed like a biker bitch. In a corner booth, I tugged my ballcap down, slouching so she couldn’t see me. But I watched her as she ordered a strawberry margarita. She talked to the waitress. I've been coming here every week for the last few months waiting for her. And now I finally had her. I was going home.
