“This changes everything.”

“You can’t tell him.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I can. I’m not keeping something this big from my president—from my friend.”

My chin wobbles as more tears threaten. I need to get hold of myself, but I can’t. I’m unravelling as fast as Nox is. I never thought anyone would find out the truth and I feel soiled by it.

“Nox, please. He’ll never get over his brother betraying him. Sin’s his only family. Me, he already hates, and I’ll take that hate, if it saves Rav from knowing the truth.”

“I meant what I said. Sin’s going to pay for this,” Nox tells me. “This won’t go unpunished.”

He strides off towards the car park, kicking a trash can as he goes. It doesn’t move, probably screwed into the ground, but I hear his roared curse and shiver.

I let him go. I don’t think I could stop him anyway. He’s on the warpath.

Tears clog my throat as I watch him walk away. Just because he believed me, doesn’t mean Ravage will.

But now everyone will know my secret.

Because Nox isn’t going to keep this quiet. Nox isn’t going to let Sin off the hook.

Which means everyone is going to find out how I was overpowered and defiled by a man I was supposed to be able to trust.

Fuck.

11

Ravage

The common room is full of brothers, club bunnies and a few regular hangarounds. There’s a buzz in the air, a party atmosphere as the booze flows freely and the girls make the rounds. Noelle is straddling Levi—the club’s secretary—his jeans halfway around his thighs, as she bounces up and down on his cock, her head thrown back as she moans. Her skirt is rucked up around her hips showing the globes of her arse and one tit is exposed as Levi plays with it.

On the other sofa, Melody is giving head to Titch. Her cheeks hollow out every time she moves up and down his shaft and his eyes are squeezed shut in the throes of ecstasy.

Across the room, Daimon is standing by the pool table with Whizz and a couple of other brothers, while Fury watches on from the sidelines, his brows drawn together. I don’t want to think what is going through that fucker’s head right now.

The only person missing is my brother, that backstabbing bastard—Sin.

It’s a good thing. How I feel right now, I might slit his fucking throat.

I try to drown out Noelle’s mewls as she reaches her climax and gesture to Kyle behind the bar to turn the music up. I don’t need to hear her screaming, and Noelle is vocal.

The smell of pussy, weed and cigarettes is heavy in the air. It soothes the demons in me, pushes them back down to safer levels. This is home, and this is just another normal Wednesday night for the club.

This is also what I love about my club. No one tells us what to do or how to do it. No one judges our decisions, unless they affect the club directly. If you want to fuck a bunny in the middle of the room, that’s your fucking choice. No one will say shit about it.

I focus on my Scotch, wondering if I should take advantage of all the free pussy in the room and fuck the anger away, getting lost for just a few moments between some bunny’s legs. I’m still seething after seeing Sasha. That bitch is lying to me and it’s pissing me off that I can’t figure out why.

I take a sip of my drink and try to get control of myself. I hate that she can affect me this way, that I can be this out of my mind because of her. I wish she’d never come back. Every time I see her, I struggle between wanting to fuck her and wanting to kill her.

The doors of the common room bang open, drawing my attention. I twist on the stool and see Nox standing there, his fists clenched at his side. His wild eyes roam the room, looking like he’s about to commit an atrocity, before they land on me. I don’t like what I see in his glare. I don’t like the malice he’s directing at me.

My senses go on alert, and I signal to Kyle to turn the music off as I slide off my stool. I’ve known Nox my entire life. I know how he ticks. I know when he’s pissed off, too, and right now he’s spitting fire, the flames of hell burning through him.

His mouth curls into a snarl that has me guarded. I’m not sure where this fucker’s head is at. We don’t match in size, but if we got into it, blood would be drawn, bones would be broken.

“Where is he?” Nox snarls out, each word punching through the tension gathering heavily in the air.

The entire room stops and focuses their attention on the man spewing venom from the doorway. I don’t take my gaze off him, but I can feel my brothers shifting closer, ready to take him down if things get out of hand.

“Where’s who?” I spit out. I’m not happy about the way he’s talking to me, but I can sense something more is going on here, something I want to understand. I’ve seen Nox angry over the years, but this is something else.

“Sin,” he roars. The danger radiating from him is lethal.

Instinct flares to life inside me, warning me to tread carefully here. Whatever is going on, Nox is not level. If his words weren’t an indication, the way he’s flexing his fists and the snarl on his face are.

“Why?”

“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Old protective urges to keep my little brother safe come to the surface briefly, before they’re doused. I don’t owe that little bastard anything—least of all my protection. I do want to know why one of my best men wants him dead, though.

“Explain,” I demand.

Nox doesn’t. He turns on his heel and strides from the room, but not before he clears a table of glasses with a sweeping of his hand.

What the fuck?

I scrub a hand down my face as Fury comes up off the wall where he’s leaning. I shake my head. I can handle Nox alone and I have the feeling this is not a conversation I want to have with an audience.

My stomach clenches as I jog after him, following the trail of destruction he’s leaving as he stalks through the clubhouse. The brother is moving quickly, with purpose and I can see the demons tailing him as he goes. Whatever has happened it’s big.

He reaches Sin’s door and doesn’t bother to knock. He puts a boot to the door and kicks it in.

The sound of wood splintering is loud in the quiet of the corridor. I glance at the broken shards of wood, my brain struggling to comprehend why he’s so pissed. What the fuck happened between now and earlier?

I step through the mess of the door that looks like shredded firewood, keeping one eye locked on his back.

Nox’s face contorts into a mask of rage as he takes in the crumpled mess of blankets on the bed and the medical supplies littering the bedside table. There are bloodied rags in the trash can, but the air smells stale—like no one has been in here for a few days.

My gaze stops on the drawers of the dresser. They’re pulled open and are empty, as if they were cleared in a hurry.

Nox strides to the wardrobe and yanks the doors open. Then yells a, “Fuck!”

There’s no clothes in there either.

Little bastard. He’s running.

I feel my own rage move to dangerous levels. How the fuck did he get out of the compound?

Someone is going to pay for that.

Nox rounds on me, fisting his fingers into my kutte and slamming me against the wall.