"But … .But … "
"Listen to me! You didn't kill him. I did."
"No!" she blurted, shaking her head. "I can't let you take the fall. It was self-defense. They'll understand."
"No, Sunshine, they won't. The way things work in your world? They don't work like that in mine. The cops can know nothing about this, and they will know nothing. Got it?"
"But, what about the body? What are you going to do with him? What if he has a family and they're looking for him and they figure it out? What if … " Her words faltered as the panic took over.
"Shh." I held her head against me. "I'm going to take care of it." I pulled back, urging her to look at me. "Remember when I said to trust me?"
She nodded.
"I need you trust me on this. Okay?"
"Okay," she whispered.
I took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Now, stay here, I'm going to make a few calls, but I'm going to be right here. I'm not leaving you for a single second."
"Promise?"
"I promise." I kissed her forehead, and went right to my cell.
I dialed Kade as I pulled my pants on, and he picked up on the third ring. "This better be fucking important," he answered.
"I need you. Now," I said.
"Where are you?" His voice changed from sarcastic to serious.
"My place."
"I'll be there in ten."
Next, I called Nick. I filled him in on everything that Anthony said, and everything that had happened after.
"Get the shit at the house taken care of, and then meet down at the clubhouse," he said. "I'll pull everyone together. They need to know and we need to figure out a game plan."
I hung up the phone and went back to Aubree, who had stayed exactly where I left her. She stared off into space, her eyes completely void of emotion. Her hands still shook, and I was afraid she was going into shock.
"Hey," I said, kneeling down in front of her.
She didn't respond, just stared down at her shaking hands. I rubbed them between my own, and pressed my lips to the tips.
"I'm a murderer," she finally said. "I killed a guy in cold blood. I'm a criminal. A murderer," she spat, like it was acid on her tongue.
"What did I tell you?!" I demanded. "You did not kill him. I did!" I smacked my chest to emphasis my words. "I did, and he deserved to die. He was going to kill me."
Tears poured over her lids, and slid down her cheeks. "I know. I was so scared." She reached out to me, resting her hand against my jaw. "When he had the gun pointed to your head, all I could think about was the bullet going through your skull, and never seeing you again. I have never been so scared in my life," she said, and I pulled her forehead to mine.
"I know, and I'm so sorry you had to go through that."
The sound of a bike echoed through the night and, a few seconds later, I heard footsteps running into the house. Kade came around the corner, gun in hand, pointed out in front of him.
"It's alright. You can put the gun down," I said, and then kissed Aubree gently on the forehead before getting to my feet.
"Hey," Kade said with a nod of his head. His eyebrows pulled together as he took in Aubree on the couch dressed only in my t-shirt. "Panty girl?" he asked because no matter what the situation, he couldn't help himself.
"Kade, this is Aubree, but we can have proper introductions later. I need you to come with me."
He lifted a curious eye, and followed me to my bedroom. I stood in the hall, and nodded toward the door. He peered in, and whistled, as he poked his head back out. "Well shit," he said. "What the fuck happened?"
I explained the story again for the second time and, when I was done, Kade patted me on the shoulder. "I got this," he said. "Take your girl and head to the clubhouse. I'll call Bentley and Hudson to help me get rid of the body."
"I owe you, brother," I said.
He smiled. "No, you don't. It's what we do."
He was right. It didn't matter how fucked up a situation was, because we took care of our own.
* * *
I drove Aubree to the clubhouse while Kade took care of the mess at the house. I trusted him with my life and knew he would do what was necessary to keep me in the clear. Aubree hadn't said much since Kade showed up.
She had put her dress back on and I gave her a sweatshirt to keep warm. When I carried her in the bedroom, this was the last way I expected to be spending our night. I should have been buried deep inside her ready to go for round two. Worshiping every inch of her body and tasting her delicious sweetness. Instead, I was trying to keep her from going catatonic on me.
I remembered my first kill, and how it affected me. The guilt that consumed me every time I thought about the innocent life that was lost. I never spoke about it. In doing so, I would have showed a weakness that wasn't fit for the club life. They would have stripped my badge, and then I'd have nothing left.
By the second kill, I had become numb and, after that, it just became a part of my life and I was able to accept it. However, the look in that first guy's eyes as I took his life away was still burned into my memory. No matter how many lives I took since then, it would never go away. I might have been hardened by the life, but that one thing still stuck out brightly in my mind. I hated that Aubree had to live with that now too. She never should have been there. I never should have taken her home. I never took girls home. Ever. It opened the door for too many questions, and I did everything in my power to keep it shut. But, for some reason, it was the only place I could think to go. She was the type of girl who deserved more than being fucked on my bike in a secluded area. I wanted to give her something better than that. Something to remember. I certainly gave her a fucking night to remember. But, instead of giving her the night of her life and keeping her safe, I completely tainted her pureness. Now, I was worried that I had darkened my Sunshine.
I pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. I got off the bike and held my hand out to Aubree. She was hesitant at first, but finally slid her hand into mine. We walked into the clubhouse, hand in hand, and were greeted by Nick at the door.
"You okay?" he asked, and I nodded.
Aubree's eyes scanned the space as if she had never been here before. She had. She came after me that one day and that was what set this whole thing into motion. If she would have just stayed away, we could have remained as what we were meant to be: a one-night stand.
"Why don't you come with me?" Sienna reached out to Aubree, resting her hand on her shoulder.
Aubree looked at me, and I gave her reassurance with a nod. "Go with Sienna. I'll come find you when I'm done here." I gave her hand a comforting squeeze and, when she turned to walk away, I caught Sienna's eye.
She blinked in understanding. "I got it," she mouthed, and brought Aubree to the far couch. I watched as Sienna handed Aubree a glass of whiskey. "It tastes like shit, but trust me you'll feel better once you drink it. Close your eyes, plug your nose, and down it," she explained.
Sunshine took the glass in her hand and stared it. With a deep breath, she followed Sienna's instructions and tossed it back. She shook her head at the burn, and Sienna handed her a bottle of water to chase it.
Nick patted my back and guided me away. I was okay with it because I knew Aubree was safe with Sienna. Nick might have tried to keep Sienna away from this life, but the girl was her old man's daughter with the same stubborn ass attitude. She was also tough as shit, yet she didn't lack basic human emotion. Sympathy was still very much a part of her and, while many would consider it a weakness, I considered it a strength. I could see why Kade loved her so much.
"You sure it was the same guy that you and Kade dealt with the other day?" Nick asked as we came upon Phil at the bar.
"Without a fucking doubt." I'd remember that cocky little prick anywhere. My jaw tightened, wishing Kade and I would have finished him the last time. If we did, this never would have happened.
Should have, could have. There was no point dwelling on what couldn't be changed. All I could do was deal with the consequences of what was and move forward from there.
"Let's wait for the other guys to show, and we'll take this discussion to church." Nick walked behind the bar and grabbed me a bottle of Jack. "You look like you can use this."