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“I hear you’ve been keeping that pussy warm for me, Wrath. You know, I can still picture the way she bled all over me, the way she screamed for me to stop. I’m ready to take her back now. Shame you won’t be here to say goodbye.” The call goes blank, the phone falling from my hand, crashing to the ground. Noise is muffled around me, only the blood rushing between my ears. Hands shake me, but I’m frozen. We’re almost two hours away from the clubhouse.

“Wrath! What is it? What the fuck happened? Talk to us!” Their voices start to push in as I come back down, my eyes blinking slowly, looking at the faces of my club brothers, knowing their women are all there, too. Our queens.

“The clubhouse. Cain is there.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

SIENNA

The second Axel slipped out the door, I woke up. Not fully, at first, but enough to listen to the low murmur of the men down the hall talking, their boots scuffing against the hardwood floors, their guns being checked, then, before I was ready for it, the engines rumbling awake outside like thunder. My heart splits in two knowing what he’s heading into, who he’s going to come face-to-face with.

I lay there for hours, worried, making myself sick to my stomach when there’s a low creak. It’s not close enough to be in the hallway, but it’s close enough that it was unmistakable.

A feeling starts to crawl over my skin, slow and inky, everything tightening. Something’s wrong. I can feel it deep in my bones. The danger isn’t out there waiting for the Heathens to arrive. It’shere.That familiar companion coils around my ribs until breathing feels impossible, my heart hammering so hard it hurts. Every instinct in me screams to move, but fear pins me in place and I can’t. I stare at the bedroom door, listening tothe silence, willing it away. But then it happens again, a floorboard creaking somewhere, closer this time.

Axel’s voice rings out in my head, his comforting woodsy and citrus scent surrounding me. “Move, baby girl!” I’m moving before I realize it, quietly slipping off the bed and digging through my duffel bag. Fear still claws at my throat, but I push it down, finally grabbing the gun from the bottom of my bag where Saint stashed it the night he dropped me off with them.

I hold it with shaky hands and quickly check the magazine, making sure it’s loaded. The click is loud in the quiet room, and I hold my breath, my pulse thundering in my ears. I quickly try to remember who stayed behind, but the only people that come up are me, Kinsey, Saige, and some trusted men, but I can’t remember who.

I creep toward the door, every nerve and cell in my body a live wire, every instinct sharp and dangerous. He’s here. I know he’s here. And I’m not going to let him hurt me or someone I care about. I guarantee he thought the men took the threat with them when they left. But he was dead fucking wrong.

I turn the handle of my door so slowly it’s almost painful, but when I can finally pull it open, the hallway is empty. I slip through the door, walking on my tiptoes with my heart in my throat. I reach Kinsey’s door two down from Axel’s and quietly open it. The room is completely dark, but just as I take a step in the direction of the bed, there’s a crash from the main room, the sound of something heavy falling over, followed by shattering glass.

Kinsey sits up fast, reaching quickly for her end table. “It’s Sienna!” I hiss as I drop to the floor so I don’t accidentally get shot.

“Sienna? What the hell is going on?”

I scramble onto the bed, just as she’s cocking her handgun. “They’re here. Cain.”

“Someone set them up.” My heart sinks, knowing everyone is going to assume it was one of my brothers. But I can’t think about that now. We have to take care of this.

“What do we do?”

“You’re sure they’re here?”

“I can feel it, Kinsey. He’s here, just trust me.”

“I trust you. Okay. Well, you have a gun, so that’s a start. Do you know how to use it?”

“Yeah. My brother taught me, plus our dad was a club president; he made sure I knew how to drink whiskey and shoot a gun.”

“Good. Saige is probably already awake from the crash. Noose, Rave, and some others were left behind. There’s a chance you may have to fight back, Sienna. I need to know you’ve got this. Got my back. I’m pregnant,” she whispers, putting her hand over her belly. “Reid doesn’t know yet. Ineedto know you’ve got this with me.”

Fear chokes me again, and I nearly lose my breath. I nod. “I’ve got you.” There’s too much to lose if I don’t. The door opens a moment later, and Kinsey slaps a hand over my mouth as I gasp. Saige and Morgan slip through, shining a light from a cell phone as they shut the door and lock it behind them.

“Someone’s here. I’ve already tried to reach Camden and Crew, but they aren’t answering. They’re either on the road or already dealing with shit there. It’s up to us to handle this. We’re their fucking queens, and we’re going to goddamn reign like it. They aren’t taking us, and they aren’t taking our club.”

“I know it’s Cain. I know he’s coming for me.”

“My apparent brother-in-law? The man who sent the hit out on Jesse. Oh, he’s going to fucking die today.”

“Well, let’s take them down together.”

There’s another crash a moment later, and we all nod.Saige hands her gun to Morgan and then pulls out her knife. Kinsey and I get out of bed and brace ourselves.

Saige nods at us all as she opens the door, another crash of shattering glass echoing down the hallway, followed by several grunts. Then I hear his voice calling out to me. Every muscle in my body locks, fear slicing through me like a blade, cold and familiar, carving through this new version of me. For a split second, I can’t breathe. Then I hear Axel’s voice again in my head, smooth and steady, pushing out that hold Cain has on me. “You’re so fucking strong, sweetheart. Don’t let him win.” My fingers tighten around the grip of my Glock until my knuckles turn white. I force myself to move with them, our bare feet gliding across the old hardwood floors as we head down the hallway.

Sunlight pours into the main living space; someone I don’t recognize behind the bar, pushing the alcohol onto the floor with a loud shatter of glass. Six men stand off to the side, a man in a Heathen’s cut lying face down in a pool of blood on the floor. My eyes scan the room, and then I see him.