John knew only too well how surrounded he was by people who were firmly in Dornan’s allegiance, people who were probably aiming their guns at him right now. Only, it was never going to be that easy.
Kill the motherfucker, save the girl, and everyone could live happily ever after.
He planted one foot on either side of Dornan’s torso, aiming the gun right between his fucking eyes, and everything in him screamed at him to pull the fucking trigger and end this. John pulled his gun, cocking it as he stepped over Dornan. He went down hard, making a sound as the air knocked out of him again. John used the segue to get down low, to kick his leg out and sweep Dornan’s feet from underneath him. ‘Don’t ever fucking talk about Stephanie again,’ Dornan said. The woman you’ve been looking for for fifteen fuckin’ years! Because you were still in love with her! And you killed her, Dee. ‘I will never apologise for telling you the truth,’ John said, his teeth about to shatter they were clenched so tight.
Without voicing it, people were starting to bleed towards one side or the other. For a club that had always prided itself on being a singular organism, two factions had slowly started to emerge. Nobody was stepping in to stop this, and John understood why.
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