Forsaken - Book 2 (Star Crossed MC Lovers)

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nothing but mild disgust toward him. I could tell the minute he entered a room, thanks to the overbearing scent of his cologne. It was most likely used to cover up the smell of the weed he smoked on and off all day long.
    "He's the boss for the Banks crew just sixty miles from here." Dante answered for me.
    I didn't let my gaze move from my father, but simply nodded. I knew who they were, and my father knew that I knew. Dante, however, had no clue, as  usual.
    "Right, Dante." My father turned his dark gaze toward the large oaf. "You're up for a turn. Selene is to watch and make sure you do it right."
    "Do what?" I asked with no emotion in my voice.
    "Remove the problem that is Zachary Banks, butterfly." He smiled and touched the side of my face before motioning for us to get out. "Report back when it's done."
    "Fine." I walked out of the room without waiting on my makeshift companion. He was a mix of terror and tragedy, but he didn't scare me, not in the slightest. If Rafael Delgado had done one thing, it was to teach his daughter, me, to fight like a man and scream like a woman.
    Killing someone point blank would be a first for me, and though I wanted to believe myself dark and cold, I wasn't. Not in the slightest. Too much of my mother and my Grandma lived in me. Too much of me hoped that Lucky and I would get back together. He would be appalled at the idea of me standing by idly and watching a man die.
    Though Zachary Banks was a bastard much like my father,  his money was made in ripping people's futures to shreds. He was too afraid to dive into drugs for fear that my father would come after him.
    Guess he changed his mind. Bad bet to take.
    "If you want to pull the trigger, you know I don't mind." Dante moved up beside me, his dark hair and dark features making him every girl's wet dream. At least until they found out that he often resembled the bogey-man under their beds. He was deadly and didn't put up with shit, unless it was from me. Even there, he had his limits, but I'd yet to push hard enough to really test them. I wanted to--I wanted to so fucking bad sometimes, but I was far too smart to start a war in my own house. Besides, nothing was much worth fighting for anymore.
    "I don't." I pushed the large double doors at the back of the kitchen open and walked down the long stairs toward the back of the property. It was early fall and the leaves had just begun to fall. The colors were beautiful and beckoned me to get on my bike and ride deep into the belly of the forest. There was peace there, but I wasn't ready to accept it. Not yet.
    "You alright? You've been a little off lately. We've all noticed." Dante reached out and clamped his strong fingers around my shoulder, squeezing softly.
    We stopped just outside the shed, and I turned to him, nodding. "I'm fine. Let's get this over with."
    "Alright. Just stand back behind me a little bit. No need to get blood on your pretty white blouse." His eyes moved down me, and I stifled a shiver. He wanted one thing more than anything else. Me.
    Never happening. Ever.
    Dante pushed the door to the shed opened and flipped on the light. I walked in just behind him. An older man sat in the middle of the room, his business suit stained with dark crimson liquid. He lifted his head and squinted through two black eyes.
    He must have realized why we were there, because he began to thrash about, screaming as best he could around the gag.
    Dante, being the sick bastard he was, reached out and pulled the gag down so that we could hear  him pleading for his life.
    "Please. Please, just listen. I didn't sell those fucking drugs. Rafael knows this. He knows that I would never cross him." He let out a shrill cry as Dante lifted his gun.
    "Not what we heard, bitch. Stop crying like a little girl and die like a man." Dante's voice was like ice.
    Die like a man? Did real men die quietly and with dignity? Not any of the men I'd seen drop beneath my father's dark shadow. They'd all done just like

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