Letting go, I stood and shifted back.

Kylo lifted his chin toward me and moved in.

Henry shifted his gaze, seeing Kylo tap the knife against his thigh while he looked in disgust down at the man who helped bring him into the world.

Kylo didn’t say anything as he slowly leaned down and forward, the knife held out in front of him. Henry went to grab it, but I got there and knocked his working hand away. A second later, Kylo dug the tip of the knife into Henry’s skin at his neck.

“Enjoy your time in hell, motherfucker,” he bit out and sliced the knife across Henry’s throat. It cut in deeply, blood squirting and coating the front of Henry, Kylo’s arms, and the floor.

When Kylo stood and stepped back, I moved close to his side, and we stayed there until the life drifted from Henry’s eyes and he slumped back against the wall.

“He deserved it,” I said.

Kylo nodded. “He did.”

I ran my fingers over his hand. “You okay?”

Kylo shrugged, glancing at me. “Maybe I should feel bad for takin’ a life, but I don’t.”

“I was the same when I took my first,” I said.

“When?” he asked.

“Just after I got patched in. You remember the attack we had here at the compound?”

“Yeah, I heard Boom talkin’ about the fuckers who wanted to take on Diamond so they could deal cocaine in our area.”

I nodded. “I killed to protect the club, to protect the brothers, and I don’t regret it.”

“Club is life,” Kylo said.

“It is.” I took his hand as he threw the knife to the ground beside Henry’s lifeless body. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up. We’ll grab some drinks after in the common room. Surround ourselves with the brothers.”

“Sounds fuckin’ good.”

We knew the brothers would clean up our mess, so I took Kylo to my room in the compound. Only when I opened the door, I realized my mistake when I saw the brochures on my bed.

“What’s that?” he asked when I stilled.

Shifting over to the bed, I collected them, but Kylo was right there next to me. He picked one up. “You lookin’ at buyin’ a place?” he groaned. “Zion, please tell me it’s not because of what happened at your house with me?”

“It’s not,” I said quickly.

“Zion—”

“Been wantin’ to move for a while. The ’rents have never liked the area I’m in, and I’m over worryin’ about gettin’ my shit stolen.” I shrugged and took the brochure from his hands. “It’s time to move.”

He sighed, leaned his cane next to the bed, and took my hand in his to tug me into him. I met his gaze when he said, “You liked that place. I don’t know if I’ve ever said sorry it happened—”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare. I hate that it happened, but I don’t care it was at my place. I want to move, Kylo. I need this. A new chapter in life, and I want you to move in with me.”