Page 57 of Unmasked Anarchy

The hurt is a knife to the chest, but I’m going to use it to fuel my rage.

It’s the only way I’m getting out of here.

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There’s a part of me, stashed somewhere under all the old bullshit, that always believed I’d see this place again.Gage’s clubhouse.There are people everywhere, and the second they notice me, I can see mobile phones coming out.No doubt to warn Gage that I am here.

Good.

Let them.

I walk inside the clubhouse and spot him straight away.He leans against the bar, some sweetbutt perched on his lap, pouring him a shot.He sees me and the mask slides into place, that stony expression that gives nothing away.The girl scurries off.For a second, Gage just stares, a slight grin on his face, just enough to show how arrogant he really is.Then he flicks his chin, calls my name low.“Sabie.”My heart skips a beat and everyone has stopped, looking at us, bracing for what might unfold.

I stop three feet from him.His boots are up on a barstool, his hand curling a shot glass, but I can see the way his other hand toys with something in his jacket pocket.He’s no doubt keeping his fingers near his gun, just in case I decide to throw down.I’m not here for that, though.

Well, unless he gives me no choice.

“You put a fuckin’ tracker on my phone,” I say, just loud enough for a chosen few to hear.

He tips back the shot, never looking away.“You’re damn right I did.”

I glare at him.

He drops his boots and leans forward on the stool, staring into my soul.“You walked into Sons’ territory and in doing that, you made a choice.I warned you what would happen if you did.”

“You blew a god damned warehouse.Someone could have been inside.”

He shrugs, then gestures, slow, controlled.“That was club business.”

A snicker escapes from somewhere in the room, and I realize how stupid this is, fighting him in front of his crew.He leans forward, bracing arms on the bar, and every muscle in his neck is tense.The air between us is thick, and even breathing near him feels dangerous.“You chose them.You walked out and didn’t look back.After everything I’ve done for you.If you thought I was going to sit back and sign your little papers and let you run off into the sunset with that motherfucker, then you are sadly mistaken.”

“Well, lucky for you, I came here to finish this once and for all.”

That gets him.He sits up, sharp, and the room gets even quieter.“Finish what exactly?”

“This.Us.I’m done here.Sign those papers or I will go to a lawyer and we both know you don’t want them sniffing around in your business.I’m leaving.This is done.I’m getting my things and you’re going to let me walk out and leave me the fuck alone.”