Chapter 3
ZANE
I told no one where I am going. I said no goodbyes.
I just packed my shit and left in the middle of the night.
Once they realize I’m gone, they’ll probably breathe a sigh of relief and think good riddance.
That includes Rogue, the president of Rogue Angels MC, and my oldest friend in the world and all the rest of them.
Rogue did try to comfort me or whatever, after Sarge Alice, or Bianca as I used to know her by, made it so plainly obvious I’m good for nothing but the dirtiest jobs as far as the MC is concerned.
Killing priests and such. Because I’d done it before.
Because my soul is nothing but dirt and ash anyway. Worth nothing.
Rogue tried to convince me it’s not like that.
But even he calls me Unholy behind my back.
That’s the road name I got and wholly earned for being a priest killer and a psycho killer on top of that.
So I saw the lie in his eyes and heard it in his voice as he told me I’ll always be welcome with the Rogue Angels MC.
He wants me gone even as he tells me that I’m welcome to stay.
Now I’m gone.
Because I don’t truly belong anywhere anymore. Except maybe in hell. And I’m not going there alone. I’m taking Sienna with me.
It’s not just answers I want from her anymore. I want the life her lies stole from me.
The two of us, we belong together in the deepest, hottest circles of hell.
I fumed about all that for a long time. Almost all the way to my destination in Monterey Bay.
Her husband’s house is even nicer than her stepfather’s LA home was back in the day. It’s a modern two-story villa right on the ocean, big enough to house at a ten-kid family at least.
Back when I loved Sienna, I lived in a small one-bedroom apartment with my mother. The only reason I could afford to attend the fancy Catholic school, the Sacred Heart Academy, was because my mother worked in the principal’s office, and employees’ children could attend for free.
I still curse the day my mother got that job. She probably does too. If she ever thinks about any of that at all. I broke her heart so many times, she’s probably wiped me out of her mind completely.
The house was dark when I got here just before dawn, and it’s still dark as a black Mercedes whizzes past me and parks in the garage that’s bigger than any apartment I’ve ever been in.
As the garage door slides down, I get to see the man who married Sienna. He’s a tall, skinny bastard, and he must bend like a noodle because that’s the only way he can fit into that tiny car.
I didn’t get to see his face. But I will soon enough. When I watch his eyes loose the light of life as I choke it out of him.
He doesn’t deserve happiness with Sienna. She doesn’t deserve happiness with him.
Not when I sacrificed everything to have that happiness. Not when all that happiness was denied to me so cruelly and so roughly.
Not now that I’ve burned the last of my bridges and the next stop for me is Hell itself. It’s the next and final stop for Sienna too. And then everything will be right in the world again.