Tug and Breaker threw Liv at Rabbit’s feet as she landed on her knees. The loud crack of his gun slamming into the side of her face echoed throughout the field, as did her whimpers. We couldn’t leave just yet, even though we all wanted to. We needed to make sure the final deed would be done, and her lips were sealed forever.

Turning my head, I didn’t want to watch this shit. I didn’t care for Liv and wanted her fucking dead, but these assholes were nuts and pissed. That could really fuck with a man’s head.

After what seemed like forever, a single gunshot rang out over the vast field. Turning to see Liv dead and lying on the ground with a bullet in her head, I was finally able to breathe. Princess would now be safe, and we could go on with our lives.

The ride back to the clubhouse was peaceful and calm. I wouldn’t change a fucking thing about my relationship with Princess. It was fast, but that’s how I live. I see something. I take it. You never know when it will be taken away from you if you wait.

I couldn’t wait to get home and lie in bed with her. She doesn’t know this yet, but she’s not going back to that fucking apartment, ever. She’s with Coop and me forever.

Pulling up to the clubhouse, the shop was moving more than normal as Buzz started making his way to the bikes. He acted almost nervous as he came up to the side of my bike.

“What?”

“Hm… well…”

“Spit it the fuck out!” I yelled my anger peaking as the guys began listening intently as they took their lids off.

“Well. Princess, Casey, and Rocky went into the back room of the shop a while ago and some of the guys said they heard moaning.” My body began pulsating as my head felt like it was going to explode. There was no fucking way Princess would cheat, especially after the shit she gave me. Not to mention, I’d fucking kill her. Ripping the lid off my head, I climbed off my bike and jogged into the building. My long strides were not getting me to that fucking room quick enough.

Boot steps behind me began pounding, as well. G.T. heard the name Casey and was one step behind me. Turning the knob on the door, it was locked. I pounded. “Princess open the fucking door.”

“In a minute!” she yelled sounding out of breath. Fuck this shit. Taking my boot I slammed open the door pulling out my gun in front of me. As the brothers and I poured into the room making it so much smaller than it really was, I took in the sight before my eyes. I was stunned into shock.

A man whom I assume was Rocky without all his hair was tied up, hands behind his back, knees up in the fetal position, bound by his torso. A sock gag was wrapped around his face while he lay their butt-ass naked. Blood covered the floor, mixed in with hair and various objects like a broomstick, bottle, and a large dildo. His face was a mangled mess with blood coming out from every angle of his body.

“What the fuck is going on here!” Diamond boomed as I stood there staring at everything. When Princess turned around, she met my eyes, but it wasn’t her inside of them. This woman was cold, determined, and downright angry; there was no warmth at all. Detached.

When Princess didn’t say a word, I looked at Casey, who crossed her arms over her chest and stared at a very pissed off G.T. as Diamond continued, “Princess, who the fuck do you think you are doing this to a potential brother?” Diamond pulled out his gun aiming it at Princess’s head.

Princess’s demeanor didn’t change as she stood up from the crouching position she was in on the floor. When her eyes locked with mine again, the fire was burning heavily, and I knew she meant everything she did to Rocky, but why?

“Princess, why would you do this?” I asked her through gritted teeth. This would for sure exile her from the club, and there wouldn’t be a fucking thing I could do about it.

“Because he’s a traitor.” Princess’s voice was even-toned and hollow, as if she was coming out of a trance or something.

“What?” I clipped, with Diamond right behind me still aiming his gun at Princess who didn’t flinch away from the gun.

“You gonna shoot me, Diamond?” This was so not the time for cockiness, but leave it to Princess to say it.

“Tell me right now what the fuck is going on here,” he demanded, not pulling the gun away instead cocking it ready.

Princess began walking around the small space with her bloody hands behind her back. We were all spectators as she began, “Officer Macaffe here…”

“What the fuck!” Officer? I checked this guy out seven ways to Sunday and had Buzz track him. How the hell could he be a cop? No fucking way.

Princess turned to me, her eyes void. “See the Officer and I got cozy in prison. He’s an ass man… as you can plainly see.” Looking down at his bloody form, blood was oozing from his ass. What the fuck did she do to him? “In order to get the tools I needed to take care of some of those bitches you boys needed dealt with, this fucker here said I needed to fuck him regularly, or he’d stop giving me the shit.”

I saw red… blood thirsty all-consuming red blurred my vision as my hands began to shake. Turning to the brothers, they didn’t acknowledge what had just been said, but having them there in unity helped. As my fist connected with the drywall, it didn’t relieve my anger.

“How do you know it’s him?” G.T. asked, seeming to be the only one thinking at the moment.

Princess continued to pace. “Didn’t, not until last night when I heard him fucking the blonde club momma.” Princess eyed me then continued. “He said, ‘You fucking little whore. Doing this for daddy, huh?’ That’s how I knew it was him, but I couldn’t tell you guys until I knew one hundred percent.”

“Is that what all the hair is from?” G.T. began to step towards Princess.

“Don’t,” she barked at him as G.T. stopped in his tracks. “I had to shave him to know. I also took out the brown contacts; he has green eyes. It’s him.”

“Princess… I… I’m so sorry.” Pops voice came across, but Princess didn’t seem to register it, but the despair in his words hung in the room like a gray cloud.

I couldn’t see shit because his eyes were swollen shut. Princess bent down, reaching into her bag and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper handing it to me as she stared into my eyes. “I knew if I did this, and I was wrong, I’d be out. As much as I didn’t want to be right, I am.”

Opening the paper, a picture of an officer stared back at me, looking nothing like the Rocky that we know today. Shit. Shit. Shit. Handing the paper off to Diamond, he lowered his gun staring at the paper. “Holy fucking shit,” he mumbled as he passed it around from person to person.

“You didn’t know, right?” Princess asked with sadness laced in her voice.

“No, Baby. We didn’t know,” I said, taking a step towards her, and when she didn’t oppose, I stood right in front of her, wrapping her in my arms. Her entire body began to sag as I tightened my grip to hold her up.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered in my chest as the tension from her body began to evaporate.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Baby. Nothing.” Kissing the top of her head, I felt the sobs begin to take over her body, but as quickly as they came… they were gone again.

Princess pulled away staring into my eyes, “Guess I turned out to be a club whore after all.”

As I stared into the depths of her eyes, this was what was haunting her. I couldn’t let her feel this way. “You are not a fucking whore, never have been, never fucking will be.” I crushed my lips to hers, tasting and swallowing her tears. No more of that shit.

“Do I need to take care of this?” she asked, pulling away and motioning the room.

I chuckled this damn woman. “Nah. We got it.” She nodded, grabbing random things around the room throwing them haphazardly into her bag as if she were just going through the motions. Casey began doing the same. “Princess, meet me in my room.” She nodded as she walked out.