Hunter (Sons of Rebellion Book 2) by Elsa Day Page A

the hell do you mean, 'we can't?'' He yelled.
    Tyson was Nadia's brother. I'd already done enough, but I couldn't hurt her like that. Of course, those weren't exactly the words that Jase wanted to hear.
    "Look, I said we can't! We're not ready."
    Jase started to laugh. He pointed at me and turned to Brent.
    "Did you hear that? Not ready. He says were not ready," he said. Then the laughter was gone. "What the fuck do you mean not ready? We came here ready! We were ready on day one."
    "Did you go soft on us?" Brent asked.
    I expected those kinds of words from Jase, but not Brent. He normally knew when not to talk shit. Maybe I needed to remind him.
    I pulled back my fist.
    "Call me soft again. I dare you," I said.
    Brent didn't flinch. "Or what? You'll punch me, but keep making excuses not to go after this guy?"
    I dropped my fist.
    "Come on, man. You're the head of this mission. You are more ruthless than anybody else in this gang. Hell, you went on a kill completely alone! What's up?"
    What was I supposed to say? That I was sleeping with the enemy?
    "We have to think about-"
    "What is there to think about?" Jase yelled. "These guys sit around in these town, acting all high and mighty like fake royalty in their big, fancy, house. They act like their shit don't stink, meanwhile they send their club to destroy other towns. They take the money and anything they can get their grimy hands on.
    "You know what they leave behind? Nothing . I heard they even sell kids to pimps. They-"  
    Suddenly, Jase stopped his rant. He picked up an empty beer bottle from the table and smashed it on the floor.
    "You know what? Fuck this. I shouldn't have to explain this shit to you ."
    He walked outside, slamming the door behind him. Brent and I just stood there, looking at the mess he left behind.
    "He's right, you know," Brent said.
    He bent over to pick up the large pieces of glass, and cut his finger in the process. The blood oozed on the floor.
    " You know that more than anyone. You saw it with your sister," he said. "If we don't stop them, who will?"
    Images from that night flooded back into my mind. A town on fire. Smoke in the air. I couldn't even have been more than 3 foot tall with Julia standing in front of me, arms all stretched out. She told me she was my big sis, so she had to protect me.
    Of course, she didn't stand a chance. That bastard Slick slit her neck right in front of me. Must've been busy that night, because the next slice was meant for me, but it didn't finish the job.
    It took her so long to die … and he didn't even remember her…
    But I remembered him.
    "You're right, we have to do this. If we don't, they'll just keep going," I said. "But not tonight. Tomorrow . Lay low until then, and maybe it will give that hot head over there a chance to cool down."
    Tomorrow . It wasn't much, but it should give me enough time. Maybe. Was there a way I could do what I needed to do and not hurt Nadia? Which came first? After all, even I knew that there was no good way to say, "Sorry, I had to kill your brother."

FIFTEEN

    THE WIND WAS KNOCKED out of my lungs. I dropped the glass and fell to my knees, clutching at my stomach. I felt like I was going to throw up.
    "Nadia!" My mom yelled. She came to my side and held me. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
    "She's just worried about the club, like she should be," Dad said.  
    He took my hand and picked me off the carpet.
      "Go rest. Dad's gonna take care of this," he said and patted my head. "Don't worry."
    I made my way upstairs, dragging my feet behind me. It felt like climbing a mountain, but finally I made it to my room and collapsed on my bed.
    Shit! Shit! Shit!
    How was everything going so wrong so quickly? How does this keep happening ?
    Five people dead. Was it my fault? If the body count kept rising, would it be because of me ?
    I curled into a ball, clutching my knees. Tears fell from my face. They soaked the sheets beneath me.
    And the worst part, the worst part , was that my