Page 98 of I Was Born Ruined (Death by Daybreak MC 1)
My dad stalks off, pushing his shades up into his graying hair and leaving me alone on the pavement next to a row of shining bikes, beasts of chrome and leather. Situated like that, in a perfect line, they look too pretty to be used as instruments of death. I wonder how much blood they've lapped, how much death they've seen?
Sin comes out the front door of the clubhouse with his blue faux hawk styled, new earrings in his ears, silver hoops that catch the light as he turns to look at me. The scar on his lip tugs up at the right side of his mouth and makes it look like he's smiling. Pretty fucking sure he's not though. Actually, he doesn't look all that happy to see me. Whether that's because he doesn't want to see me, or because he knows what I'm in for today, I'm not sure.
He has a beer in his hand, but as he comes down the steps, he passes it over and I take it.
“Where's Beast?” I ask, because Crown is tight-lipped as hell, and I'm pretty sure I hate him even more than Cade Grainger. Heh. What a surprise. I should've known all that Boy Scout bullshit was a game. He's my father's righthand for a reason, right? Thing is, I knew. I knew, and I did it anyway.
“Beast …” Sin starts, pausing as Gaz appears from around the corner of one of the warehouses, black and blue in the face, one eye sealed shut, lips puffy and split. This sick thrill of pleasure courses through me, and without meaning to, a small smirk lights my face. Gaz sees it, too, and it pisses him off like crazy.
“You think this is funny, you little whore?” he roars, coming right at me. He's got a whole group of guys with him that I don't quite recognize, like maybe I've seen them once or twice at most. Prospects, maybe. That'd be just like Gaz, to use our father's title to ingratiate himself to the new recruits.
For a second there, I wonder if he's going to use his posse to beat me up, storming across the pavement with murder in his eyes.
“Makes you feel like a big man, to beat up seventeen year old girls?” I quip as Sin steps in between us, his mouth pulled into such a tight frown that even that scar of his can't make him look like he's smiling anymore.
“Not today, Gaz,” Sin says, his voice darker than usual, like he's just aged ten years in the last week. He puts a palm up against Gaz's chest when my brother doesn't show any indication of stopping. But I don't need Sin or Beast or anyone else to stand up for me. I never have.
Moving around to Sin's left, I glare at Gaz, my face free of makeup, and I try to get a grip on his hatred for me. I've never understood it, and yet, there it is, burning in his dark eyes, like a little Cat clone. If we were at home alone, I'd be scared for my safety.
“Hurting someone lesser than you doesn't make you a badass; it just makes you an asshole.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, Gaz throws himself at me, and Sin shoves him back, into the arms of one of the prospects.
“Really?” Gaz snorts, finding his feet with a little stumble. “My little sister's pussy is that good that you'd turn on your brother? You and Beast both, fucking traitors.” He walks a wide circle around us, but the way he looks at me … I know he'll be on the front line of the chase. And when he finds me, I probably won't live long enough to see anyone else.
Sin doesn't deny Gaz's accusations, waiting for him to head up the steps and into the clubhouse.
“Speaking of Beast,” I begin again, and Sin sighs, turning to look at me with a detachment that reminds me of Crown. Fucking Crown. “Where is he?”
“California, doing some work for the Los Gatos chapter.” Sin shrugs his muscular shoulders, and then pulls out a cigarette, lighting up and offering it to me. I take it and wait while he gets out one for himself. “If he weren't so damn scary, I think Cat might've let Gaz and his boys beat him to within an inch of his life. The Prez was furious.” Sin pauses, blinking silver eyes at me. “What the hell happened anyway? You were there, right?”
Swallowing hard, I look away, toward the trees. I have no idea where I'm going once I get out of here. I figure I'll ride as hard and fast as I can for as long as I can. I have my passport, some cash I stole from Cat’s backyard stash, and the idea of finding an airport, any airport, and getting the hell out of Dodge. Not saying I'll be completely safe in another country, but almost everyone in DBD has a felony on their record, so they won't be able to get into Australia. I wouldn't put it past my father to recruit a squeaky clean assassin, and send him after my ass, but that's neither here nor there. One problem at a time.
