“You lied to me,” I whisper, my throat parched and eyes closed. I just want to sleep. “He told me you work with him, not for him.”

“Fuck.”

Sleep takes hold.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I know, going forward, that she’s going to self-destruct. That everything I’m about to leave on her lap to decipher isn’t fair. It’s why I haven’t told her for so long. I still don’t think I will, because if there’s any risk at all of losing her, this would guarantee it. Not just from me, but other people too.

“She won’t be ready to wake yet, Wicked,” Jade says, sliding over a glass of whiskey. “You need to let her heal and recover.” I flick my finger against the glass just as Royce pulls out a chair beside me.

“You know, you’re fucking lucky I’m here, huh?”

I shake my head, shooting back the liquid. “Because you won’t get off my tit.”

“Well, shit.” Royce glares at me. “It’s a fucking good thing I haven’t because you need me sucking on them.”

“I’ll always need you, brother.” I clear my throat, and he pats me on the shoulder. “She’s going to fucking lose it when she finds everything out, Roy.” Shaking my head, I run my fingers through my hair. “She’s not like Jade. She doesn’t forgive me for every stupid thing I do. That bitch holds a grudge tighter than her pussy does my dick.” Jade disappears through the back with an eye roll, passing Khaos as he enters, rolling a cigarette between his fingers. I watch him carefully, needing an answer.

He shakes his head. “He got away.” Swiping up a bottle, he takes the other chair beside mine.

My jaw clenches so tight I can hear my teeth fucking crunch. “Fuck.”

“You know he was smart too. He didn’t fucking leave anything behind. He only used five people, all of which we killed, bar one, and everything that was set up there, was to dump and leave. He used a burner building, per se.” Khaos leans back in his chair. “Should we check out the asylum anyway?”

I knew he wouldn’t still be there. They cleared that shit out years ago when I went back to find him. Not one thing was dropped there. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“So are you going to tell her?” Royce asks from beside me, and I don’t turn to face him. The club here has been lenient with all the bullshit happening around us. All of which is tied to me. I’ve kept them all out for the most part. This is a war about me, not the club, and as much as a brother’s problem is a club problem, I made the choice not to bring them into it all. They’ve got families. Families that the Cosa Nostra will happily take out.