Nox comes to my side, his hand moving to my shoulder. “We’ll find them.”

“He could be anywhere.”

“You know this kid better than anyone, Rav. Where the fuck would he take her?”

I dip my head, letting my thoughts run. He’s right. I know Sin better than he probably knows himself. At least I thought I did. Now, I don’t think I knew him at all. The little brother I knew isn’t a rapist piece of shit. He was my teammate, my wingman, my fucking blood. It was all an illusion, a mask he wore. Now he’s removed it, he’s showing me the truth, and it’s a truth that is bringing me to my knees piece by piece. There’s so much anger towards me, I still don’t fucking understand why. I raised him, kept him safe when we had nothing. I went without food so he could eat. The first ten years of my life were a nightmare. Dad was a member of the Sons, but he was mostly absent, off on runs or doing time. We barely saw him. He rarely remembered he had two sons at home. We spent as much time as we could at the clubhouse with Sash and Nox—our friendships cemented by our shared histories of having parents who were absent, busy or didn’t give a fuck, but I was finally happy—with Sasha. Didn’t he want that for me? Her leaving for the past three years was probably the only thing that kept her safe from his obsession, and that scares the shit out of me.

We didn’t have the easiest upbringing, but that doesn’t excuse what he’s become, what he did to Sasha. The evil control he exerted over her by taking her body against her will can’t be excused.

I did the best I could with that kid. I built us a life. I didn’t expect him to try to ruin mine by taking the only thing I gave a shit about from me. Growing up, Mum was an addict. We didn’t have anything, sometimes not even enough food to eat. I’d take the beatings to protect Sin, to keep him from getting hurt. We’d sleep rough a lot of the time to get out of the house to avoid the steady stream of Johns she had coming through.

One night, Mum battered me so badly, Sin didn’t know what the hell to do, so he called Priest, who got Dad. He took one look at me and lost his shit. I don’t know what the fuck he said to our bitch of a mother, but after that we lived with him. Things got better, but they still weren’t fantastic. Dad didn’t know how to parent. He was always knee deep in pussy and booze, but at least he wasn’t violent to us. I continued to take care of my brother, trying everything to make his life better. What the fuck did I do that was so bad, that made him betray me in a way that hurts more than a knife to the stomach? I’d rather he’d gutted me alive.

“He’d go back to the warehouse we just left,” I say. “He wouldn’t think we’d look there again.”

“Let’s mount up,” Nox orders, stepping easily into his VP role. “We’ll find them, Rav. I promise.”

Yeah, we’ll find them, but will it be too late?

28

Sasha

My head is throbbing, the pain radiating down my cheek and jaw. I can barely see through the blood that’s still pouring down my face. I risk sliding my gaze sideways and glance quickly at Sin. He’s driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his lap, pointing the gun in my direction—a gun he used to kill Zack. My stomach roils.

I face forward, watching the traffic passing on the other side of the road, dizziness washing over me. I can barely focus on anything other than taking steadying breaths. I’m scared, but if Sin thinks he’s going to hurt me without a fight, he’s dead wrong. I won’t go down without a fight.

I try to come up with a plan, try to remember everything my father and the guys taught me growing up about how to protect myself, but it gets lost in my dazed thoughts.

A glacial hand squeezes my heart as he pulls the car off onto a single track. As we move further from the road and away from civilisation, my fear starts to grow. My shoulders hunch as I realise just how far from the road we are. No one will come down here.

My eyes shift to the large brick building in front of us and I feel a wave of nausea spread through my body. It’s falling apart, the mortar crumbling, the windows put through. There are weeds growing through the cracked concrete and the walls have been tagged by someone called ‘Lucky’.

I peer through the windscreen, my heart thrumming beneath my ribs. This is where he’s taking me? My plans to escape die and my mouth dries as he stops the engine, pulling the keys from the ignition. They disappear into the inside pocket of his kutte. He doesn’t deserve that leather. He was never a brother, a Son. He’s a fucking backstabbing bastard.

My mouth pulls into a grimace as I roam my eyes over the blood splattered leather. It’s Zack’s blood, but I suspect some of it could be mine too.

“You’re not fit to wear that.”

He glances at me. “They’ll have to take my colours off my fucking dead body.”

I smile at the thought.

“That might happen sooner than you think.”

My attention goes back to the windscreen. I know with everything in my heart that even if my life ends at Sin’s hands, even if he rips the last breath from my body, Ty and his brothers will end Sin’s. They’ll make him beg for it. They’ll shed every piece of skin from his body, taking him to hell and bringing him back again.

He ignores my words and climbs out of the car, moving quickly around the front to come to the passenger door. When he opens it, my heart rate picks up speed. Grabbing my wrist, Sin drags me out of the car. I bang my knees against the dashboard trying to get free of the vehicle and cry out as he drops me to the ground, the concrete slamming into my shins.

“Get up,” he growls, snagging my arm and tugging me up.

My legs are wobbly beneath me, a mix of my head wound and my fear making them weak. I stumble, but he shoves the gun against my side and I try to keep traction.

Sin pulls the door, which is propped against the opening, aside and we step into the building.

It’s dark and it takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the change. When it does a chill races through me. It’s a large open space, with some rusted machinery in one corner and what looks like a few smaller rooms off the main space. The stench of something unpleasant tingles my nose, and I cover my face with the back of my hand as I’m shoved forward, stumbling over the debris littering the ground.

Sin leads us into a small room off the main floor and the smell is so intense now I gag.

“You puke, you’ll be licking it up.”

He shoves me forward and the stench hits the back of my throat, making me wretch again.

I freeze, my whole body beginning to shake as I take in the dirty mattress on the floor, a large brown patch on it. Blood. There are discarded medicine packages littering the floor at the far side of the mattress and old bloodied bandages. My gaze takes in the old food trays and used bottles of water and my stomach sinks.

Has he brought me to where he’s been holed up since he went missing? Will Tyler even know where I am? I knew they were looking for Sin and coming up empty. Ty never spoke the words, never told me his worries, but I could see it in the tension around his eyes, the way anger surrounded him after every call about his brother.

As Sin pushes me further into the room, I see what is causing the smell. It’s a half-decomposed body. It’s slumped over on its side, although from the staining on the wall, it looks as if it was previously sitting against it.