"Choose. Her or the club." Briac demanded thrusting the gun in my hand as I looked back at her. The Riders are my family but she is the love of my life. How can I kill the one who owns my heart but how can I betray my club?
Amara's father was an und...
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Ryker
I have been in many situations in my life and I have always had a reaction; but at this moment there is nothing. I was always clear and ready for anything but being blindsided by this has me in shock. Briac shot Amara. She's dead. My heart felt like it was ripped out, the pain numbing me, stopping me from talking or taking revenge. We may not have been together long but she owned my heart completely. The lightness she brought to my world was something I was becoming dependent on.
Everything around me felt loud yet quiet at the same time. It was all screaming to me about what just happened but I couldn't focus on it. My failure to take her out of the city, to Esposito before this could even happen. Ignoring the rising tension in the club about her place beside me.
I needed her to breath, I needed her to live. I could feel memories of previous pain coming back, memories going back to that house. To that foster house with all that blood. I needed her to help pull me out of that blood to let me live. But if she isn't here I don't want to feel. But feeling the pain of her gone was the only thing I have left of her now. I would rather feel this pain then forget her.
I failed her.
My fingers went to their usual spot on my thigh to twitch on my blades but they weren't there. Someone must have unstrapped them in fear that I would use them on Briac. And I will. He killed Amara. Riders of Silence don't kill innocent people. He has gone too far and I will get justice for Amara. A spark of anger appeared in my ripped chest distracting myself from the pain.
Blinking I realize that I am in a passenger seat of a SUV. Hunter must have put me in here, leaving from the graveyard as he is driving. I have no idea how but I was so numbed, so frozen, that I must have let him lead me into the vehicle. That and I am guessing there were still brothers holding my arms to make me complying before I got out of my numbness and moved to snap their necks. Hunter tried talking to me but I just sat there wiping my face to get the blood off. Amara's blood. The image of her body lying there reappeared. I wanted to go to her, to hold her body one last time but Hamlet wouldn't let me get close, more brothers coming to hold me back as I cried out her name.
The warmth that I will never feel from her body made my body cold.
Soon enough I found myself walking into the clubhouse, still feeling frozen, hearing nothing but the silence to lead me. But the anger was slowly thawing me out, ready for me to strike. Our club looks after people, we fight people who dare tell us what to do yet Briac had bent down for the M8s? Hearing a whine, I look to see Bella running over to my feet whining and looking around for Amara.
Amara.
That rising anger sparked into a consuming rage. They took her from me, my own brothers took my woman from me. I have always put them first. Always watched their back and they took my woman's life in front of me. My body began to shake from the rage, red filling my eye sight as my breath became heavy needing retribution. I heard a bottle open and saw Briac pouring a bottle of whiskey. Next thing I knew I was grabbing his cut punching him in the face before people pulled me off.
