“I’m not fucking stupid. I let her go and you’ll kill me.” The high lilt of his voice scares me. “You let fucking snatch come between us,” he growls.

I tense. He’s unpredictable right now and that could get Sasha hurt, but my anger can’t be curtailed, so his words piss me off.

“She ain’t fucking snatch and you know it.”

I feel my brothers shifting behind me at my back and I meet Sasha’s eyes, trying to tell her without words that I’m going to fix this. I’m going to make it right.

I have no idea how, but I will.

“Let her go, Sin,” Nox says. “This is the end of the fucking road for you.”

“I know what the end of the road looks like when it comes to the Sons. I’ll take my chances.”

“You had every chance until you put your hands on my old lady, before you took something from her you had no right to take,” I hiss. “Die now, die later. Either way, you ain’t walking out of this fucking building alive.”

“You’d kill your own blood? You always saved me, Rav. Can you really kill me? Your little brother? It’s always been us against the fucking world.”

His words sink in, grabbing hold of me and messing with my head. The image of him young and scared flits behind my eyelids. Then the images turn to Sash and what he did to her, what he took. I shake my head. The brother I knew died a long time ago. Now, an evil piece of shit has taken his place.

“You raped her, you sick fuck. You think I can even bear to look at your fucking face knowing that?”

Sasha’s eyes move to Nox and she blinks a couple of times. She jabs her elbow back, catching Sin in the side. He doubles over as she flattens herself to the floor.

Two loud pops of gunfire fill the space, deafening me for a second. I move without thought, reaching out for Sash and dragging her across the floor towards me. I’m sure I scrape up her legs, but that’s the least of my concerns.

Is she shot? Did he shoot her? I don’t see blood apart from the shit coating her face.

Sin staggers back, clutching his shoulder. Red pours between his fingers as my brothers surround him. My real brothers. Sin might have been my brother by blood, but not where it matters.

I ignore my brother as the lads surround him, taking him down to his knees, and focus on Sasha. Certain she wasn’t caught in the crossfire, my hands cup her jaw, my heart racing as I try to touch her without hurting her.

“Baby, you’re safe now.”

She peers into my face, her eyes a little glassy and I see tears welling. I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t stop from pressing my mouth to her swollen, split lips. She doesn’t stop me, kissing me back as if her life depends on it.

“I knew you’d come,” she whispers when I pull back, our foreheads touching.

“Always.”

And I mean that. She’s mine and I’ll die to protect her.

“Can you stand?”

Sash nods and lets me help her to her feet. She fumbles to pull her joggers up and then she turns to Sin. I brace, not sure what she’s going to do. She pulls her foot back and kicks him between the legs so hard I wince. His pained groan echoes around the room.

“Rot in hell,” she growls at him.

Sin doubles over clutching his balls. “You bitch!” he screams, but is cut off by a fist to the gut from Fury.

I signal to the doc to follow me, and my arm wraps around Sasha’s shoulders as I lead her outside.

The fresh air hits me like an anvil to the face. I breathe it in, feeling relief pass through me as realisation dawns that my woman is okay.

Ignoring Whizz, I take Sasha’s head in my hands once more, knowing I’ve got to ask the question.

“Did he…?” I break off unable to bring myself to imagine that my brother raped my girl again.

Sasha shakes her head, her fingers sifting through my hair. “No. You got here before it happened.” She strokes my face.

I dip my head to hers, letting out a shuddering breath. “Thank fuck.”

I turn back, taking in the injuries to her face, cataloguing each one. Sin will pay for every hurt he put on her. For every mark she has, he’ll pay double.

My gaze slides over her shoulder to Whizz.

“Take Sasha back to the clubhouse.”

“You got it, Prez.”

I turn to Sash. “You can ride?”

“Come with me.” Her hands fist into my kutte, whitening around the leather. Sasha isn’t the type to ask for anything, so I grit my teeth, not in anger, but because I hate disappointing her. I’d give her the fucking moon if she asked, but not this. I can’t give her this.

“You know I can’t.”

She knows how the club works, what happens to men who cross us.

“Killing Sin won’t make any of this better.” I hear the plea in her voice, and as much as it kills me to ignore it, I do.

I kiss her. “Go with Whizz.”

“Tyler…”

“Go with Whizz,” I growl. “I’ll be back soon.”

She looks as though she’s going to argue with me again, but she nods and the heavy weight in my chest loosens slightly. I hand her my helmet and help her put it on. She winces as the side touches her face and my anger flares. I’m going to gut Sin for every mark he’s put on her skin.

Her eyes stay locked on mine as Whizz walks over to his bike and climbs on. Under normal circumstances, my woman on the back of anyone’s bike but mine would have me tearing up the city, but she needs to get back to the safety of the clubhouse fast, and I trust Whizz. Besides, she needs to be looked over by him to make sure she doesn’t have any serious injuries. Her face is covered in so much blood I can’t tell where her wounds start and end.

Sasha swallows hard as she glances at me, then climbs up behind Whizz, her hands going behind her back to hold the handrail. Whizz peers at me before starting up his engine, giving me a nod to tell me he has it covered. Then he peels out of there like the devil is on his heels.

Nox walks out, his eyes as dangerous as mine as he watches the Harley take off.

“I spoke to Lucy. She’ll stay with Lily.”

I nod tersely. I don’t ask how he’s got her number or why. I don’t care.

I watch the horizon as Sasha and Whizz get further away before I move back into the building. The stone wrapped around my heart hardens as I stride back into the room and find my brother kneeling in the middle of the floor, his head bowed. His kutte is sitting on the floor next to him, leaving him in just his tee and jeans. He looks strange, naked.

With a calm I don’t feel, I bend down and pull my knife from my boot, slowly pulling it free of the sheath.

I stare at my brother’s bent head, my heart starting to race in my chest. This is it. This is the end of the line. I’ve killed many men, but never have any of those deaths bothered me. This one is going to cut me up to my last breath.

Sin peers up through his shaggy hair and I don’t see the man who raped my woman for a moment. I see the little boy I raised and kept safe, the kid who always looked to me for protection, the kid I loved.

Fuck. It’s like an axe to my heart. I can barely draw air as I shift the knife in my hand.

Then I remember Sasha’s joggers around her ankles, the blood on her face and my mouth pulls into a snarl.