Chapter 4
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~death~
Dragging my tired body back through the club’s doors, I made my way upstairs toward my room until I bumped into a small figure.
“Sorry,” I grumbled, barely stopping as I continued walking.
Then I heard her voice.
“Good night, Death.”
Her soft voice echoed along the stairway.
I stopped for a moment, glancing back at her.
“Good night,” I muttered, barely loud enough for her to hear.
Without waiting for a response, I turned around and kept walking.
When I reached my room, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, closing my eyes.
Her voice lingered in my mind, soft and gentle.
I sighed and pushed away from the door, making my way to my bed.
As I lay down, exhaustion washed over me, but sleep didn’t come easily. Her face and voice kept replaying in my mind.
“Focus, Death,” I whispered to the empty room.
I had to keep my distance. I had to keep her safe from the darkness that clung to me.
The next morning, I woke up to banging on my door.
I groaned, dragging myself out of bed and making my way over. I swung the door open, ready to cuss out whoever was on the other side.
“What the f**k is it?” I grumbled.
Jax stood there, frozen for a moment.
“f*****g speak,” I stated.
Shaking himself out of his daze, he finally managed to say, “Prez wants to see you.”
I nodded before closing the door in his face.
After getting ready, I headed toward the prez’s office. I knocked once before hearing his gruff voice.
“Enter.”
I walked inside.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Yes,” the prez stated. “I need you to do a job for me.”
At that, my body tensed. I prepared myself to become the person the club knew me as.
Death.
“What do you need me to do?” I asked, pushing away every other thought.
“What I’m about to tell you can’t leave this room,” the prez said.
I nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“My sister’s in trouble.”
At the mention of his sister, my body tensed further.
“It turns out her boyfriend was involved in some illegal s**t and had her helping him. When she found out what was really going on, she ran. Now her ex and his crew are after her, and probably the cartel too.”
“s**t,” I cursed under my breath.
The prez leaned forward, his eyes hard.
“I need you to protect her, Death. You’re the only one I trust with this.”
Protect her.
The words echoed through my mind, bringing a mix of dread and frustration.
“What exactly are you asking?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.
“Keep her safe. Handle anyone who comes after her. And find a way to end this,” he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
I nodded.
“Understood.”
The prez’s eyes softened slightly.
“I know this isn’t easy, but I trust you.”
I nodded again, turning to leave.
“I’ll take care of it.”
My mind was already shifting into gear. As I walked out of the office, I knew there was no room for mistakes.
Not with her life on the line.
But how the hell was I supposed to protect her when every thought I had about her ended with one thing?
Fuck her.
This was going to be one hell of a challenge.
As I made my way downstairs, I couldn’t shake the conflicting thoughts running through my head. I had to stay professional. I had to keep my head in the game.
This wasn’t about my attraction to her.
This was about keeping her alive.
I found her in the main area, talking with Spider and Drifter.
She looked up as I approached, curiosity and a hint of apprehension crossing her face.
“Vick,” I said, my voice gruff. “We need to talk.”
She nodded, excusing herself from the conversation before following me to a quieter corner of the room.
“What’s going on?” she asked, worry creeping into her voice.
“Your brother wants me to protect you,” I said bluntly. “Things are going to get rough, and I need you to follow my lead. No arguments.”
Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded.
“I understand.”
“Good,” I replied, trying to ignore the way my pulse picked up when she looked at me.
“Stay close, and don’t wander off. Got it?”
“Got it,” she said, her voice steady.
I nodded, leading her away from the main area.
This was going to be one hell of a challenge.
But I had to stay focused.
Her life depended on it.
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