“I agree. We need to focus our attention on getting Dom. He’ll give us all the answers we want.” I look at Brooks, who hasn’t said a fucking word, before turning back to the rest of the club. “We take down anyone who gets in our way. If that means we grab Marco or Thomas first, fuck it. We’ll get someone to tell us where Dom is.”
Everyone turns to look at Brooks. We need his approval to move forward, although he looks just as pissed as when I punched him.
“What do you say, Brooks?” Enzo asks.
“Do it,” he says, getting up. “I need to get home.”
He doesn’t wait when we call after him and I scrub my face. “This is the shit I’m talking about. He’s always running off.”
“Riley, Alex, and Porter, I want you guys sitting on Club Kingsley. I want one of those assholes as soon as possible,” Enzo instructs. “Z, Kace, and I will check Dom’s house and Kingsley’s house. See if we can find anything. Keep in contact and stay safe. Let’s get this shit figured out.”
I’ve planted the seed of doubt. They are all questioning shit as much as I am now. I should feel guilty, but I don’t. The only way this fucking war is going to end is to find the truth and kill the threat.
10
Harper
It’s been two days since I’ve seen Zane. They’ve got club business to take care of. That’s what I was told by Finn, on more than one occasion. I called Zane once, but he told me he’d be home when he could. So, I’ve been going crazy thinking of all the possibilities of what could be going on. I’m grateful for Ivy, because she keeps me distracted. I think it’s more so to keep herself from thinking about Kace, but I’ll take it.
“Finn, come inside and eat dinner with us,” I say, leaning against the front door frame.
He looks at me briefly before turning back to staring ahead. “No thanks.”
“You know it’s not just the front of the house someone could get in. If you were inside, you’d be more likely to catch someone trying to get in a locked door,” I say.
He lets out a sigh and shoves his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be in soon.”
I close the door and go back into the kitchen. Ivy is dishing out the spaghetti and meatballs she made. “Well?”
“Nope, he still won’t come in. He’s trying to prove a point to Z,” I say.
We sit down at the table and begin to eat. “What’s he trying to prove?”
I put down my fork, grabbing my napkin to wipe my mouth. “That he can be a valued member of Shattered Souls.”
She rolls her eyes and continues to eat. Sometimes I think she wants to be a part of this world and other times I think she’s ready to run. She’s complicated and I understand that better than anyone, but sometimes it’s too much.
“What’s our plans for tonight?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Getting drunk?” I suggest.
She sips her wine and smiles. “Perfect.” We finish off our food in complete silence. The only sound is our forks scraping against the plates. I’m just about to tell her how good it was, but she talks first. “Do you ever get to go on a date?”
I smile at her question. “Of course.”
“Have you and Zane ever been on a date?” she asks, lifting an eyebrow.
I laugh as I get up, clearing the plates off the table. “Maybe not what you would consider a date, but yes. We’ve had our time with just the two of us out of this house and away from the club.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. But I’ve told you before, you can’t compare any other relationship to me and Zane. There’s a war going on because of our love,” I explain.
I’ve tried to tell her this numerous times, but she just doesn’t seem to grasp it. There’s nothing I can do to help her with Kace. That’s between them and neither of them are talking to the other. Both of them are idiots who are letting fear get in the way. Not saying I don’t understand that, but what they fear is completely different than what I fear. Death isn’t going to happen if they decided to get together. It’s a real possibility with me and Zane, though.
The front door opens, pulling me from my thoughts. I look just in time to see Finn locking it behind him. Ivy makes him a plate of food and he sits down at the table.