Climbing out, Sarah wondered if Elena was at the clubhouse, or if this was something else.
She took hold of Knife’s hand, and they were met at the door by Rage. “Come in,” he said.
She started to shake a little.
Sarah didn’t know what to expect from the men she had once been comfortable with. Ralf had left the Saints and Sinners, but she had stayed friends with them, always being civil. Even though she and Ralf were no longer an item, she didn’t see the point in causing trouble.
All of the brothers were there, including Elena and Bluebell. The silence was deafening. “You’ve got to go through to Saint’s office.”
Nodding, she walked in the direction that Rage pointed. Knife squeezed her hand, and she was able to breathe again. Pipe was inside the office with Saint.
Rage closed the door behind them, and Sarah took the seat that Saint pointed at.
“Have I done something wrong?” she asked.
Saint chuckled. “You naturally believe you’re doing something wrong?”
“It’s not every day you get called to the Saints and Sinners’ clubhouse. Call me a pessimist.”
The smile dropped from Saint’s face, and he lost all humor.
“Oh, God, what happened?” she asked. Saint was a moody bastard at the best of times, but for this, she just knew something was wrong.
“What I’m about to tell you will not leave these four walls, and if they do, I’ll assume you’re the one who has spoken about it.”
Sarah shook her head. “I don’t want to hear anything.”
Knife put his hand on her knee. “Calm down, babe. Saint is being dramatic. Shit won’t happen to you. None of us will let it happen, will we?” Knife directed his question at Saint.
“No, nothing will happen, but you need to hear what I have to say. Last night, Knife approached me about a concern that he had over someone watching your apartment. What you said made me go to Ralf’s place, and there, I discovered that he had gone off the rails.”
Sarah tensed at the mention of being watched. “Off the rails?”
“Ralf was convinced that the Hell’s Wolves were trying to take our territory, and he wanted to kill you all. He believed that Knife had damaged your mind.”
Sarah recalled the way that Ralf would rant and rave about people he encountered during his time as a deputy. She would always distract him.
“Ralf was willing to go and kill the Hell’s Wolves, including Knife.”
“Oh my God, he needs to get help.”
“There is no help for him now. I had to protect my club.”
Sarah paused. “No help for him?”
“He’s dead.”
“What?”
“I had no choice. He was going to hurt other people. He was unstable, and I got to him too late. There was nothing I could do.”
She was shocked.
“I’m telling you out of courtesy, and because as far as the town will ever know, Ralf has gone away from Sinners’ Corner, and is looking for adventure elsewhere.”
Staring at Saint, she saw nothing. Ralf’s death, it hurt a little, but it didn’t break her. “He was going to kill people?”
“Yes. He was going to kill Knife, Pipe, and God only knows who else. There was nothing else to be done, and I wasn’t going to let the club be at risk.”