Killer(27)

Killer chuckled. “Stamping your foot is not going to achieve anything. We’ve got to remember she did what she thought was best. She shouldn’t have kept it a fucking secret though.” After what just happened and almost losing her, Killer couldn’t be angry with her. Wiping the blood from his mouth, Killer frowned. “Are you still in talks with your lawyer friend?”

“Yeah, he’s trying to find a way out of the prenuptial agreement she signed. So far, no luck.” Tate shrugged. “I never knew any of this about her. I hate the fact I don’t really know her. I never really tried to know her.”

“It can’t be helped. We’ve all got a past, and most of the time we don’t want to share them.” His past involved killing innocent people for his club’s amusement. Killer cut the thought off. Thinking about The Lions would do him no good. Murphy had spoken up for him, and now he was a Skull through and through. “I want you to tell the lawyer to stop.”

“What? Why?”

He stared at the door remembering the guarded look in Michael’s face. No, he didn’t have a degree or a great education, but he knew when people were lying or trying not to lie. “There is something about him I don’t like.”

“Yeah, he’s married to the woman you love.”

“It’s not just that.” He spun around to face Tate. “Tell your lawyer to look at all of Michael’s business. Go through the financials and see where the money is coming from.”

“You’re asking me to break the law.”

“Then get Alex to look into it. He’ll find what we need.”

“What are you thinking, Killer? He’s a suave businessman. We can’t get him for that.”

“I know. Trust me on this, Tate. He’s not all he seems. I bet he’s got plenty of good businesses that are in fact legitimate, but something is telling me he got more than he bargained for from dear old daddy.”

He started toward the front doors. The guard kept giving him a warning look.

“Wait, what?” Tate chased after him.

“We’re going to beat him at his own game.” He pulled Tate in close knowing she’d tell the others what he was about to say. “Tell me how a man who is legitimate would know all about The Skulls and about me. Michael Granito is not all he makes out, and I want to know why. It’s for the good of the club.”

He walked away, grabbing his leather cut and walking out of the hospital doors. While Tate was busy finding out what she could, he was going to do a little digging of his own.

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“Your two men are fighting over you. You’re a lucky woman, but I don’t like Michael. He’s a bastard through and through. There is something about him I don’t like at all. Killer, on the other hand, he’s got all those muscles, and boy, he looks like he knows what to do in the sack.”

Kelsey heard someone talking, their voices going on and on about the two men she didn’t want to think about.

One man I don’t want to think about.

Her thoughts went to Killer. She was in love with him, and now she’d never know what it was like to be with him. Lifting her arm up she stopped as her arm remained by her side. Frowning, Kelsey opened her eyes staring up at the white plain ceiling.

“I’m sorry, honey, the restraints are a precaution.” Sandy came into view.

“Sandy? What is going on?” she asked. Why was she in the hospital? What the hell was going on?

Even as her thoughts washed over her, the memory of the blade slicing into her wrist caught her unaware. Fuck, she’d tried to kill herself and failed.

Another failure just like everything else.

Closing her eyes she felt the tears close to the surface. It felt like all she’d done in the last couple of days was cry.

“No, don’t cry. I take it you know the truth about why you’re here,” Sandy said.

“What happened?” Kelsey asked. The moment she’d let the blade slide into both of her wrists, she regretted the action. She’d been too drained and scared to stop what she started.

“You lost too much blood. For a few seconds we completely lost you, Kels. Killer found you with me and Stink. God, I hate that name. He really needs to change his name. Stink is awful, isn’t it?” Sandy shook her head.

The sound of a chair being pulled up beside her got Kelsey’s attention. Sandy sat down staring at her.

“What time is it?” Kelsey asked.

“It’s the following day, and it’s late, past eight.”

Looking around the room, she frowned once again. “Why am I here? I thought hospitals have a lot more people.” Her thoughts were all over the place. She hated how chaotic her mind was working.