By Sin I Rise: Part Two (Sins of the Fathers, #2) (4)

I looked over to the truck. “I should go now, I don’t want to bring trouble to your door.”

Mom gave me a look that made it clear it was too late for that. “Swear you’ll return with Gray,” she whispered harshly, her grip on me tightening even more.

I wasn’t sure if I could really promise it. Gray wasn’t a little kid anymore. Still, I said, “I swear.”

She finally released me. It was a promise I desperately hoped I could keep, for her sake, for Gray’s sake, but mostly for my sake. I didn’t need more guilty baggage added to my conscience, thanks a lot.

“Can you give me one of my old shirts before I leave?”

Mom disappeared inside without a word and I didn’t follow her. I had a feeling she didn’t want me inside her home right now. I wasn’t welcome and wouldn’t be until I found Gray, and even after that… we’d never been close but this was probably the nail in our relationship coffin. She returned with two black shirts and handed them to me.

After I’d put on one of my old shirts, I drove back toward the city but eventually pulled over on the side of the road and let the dogs out for a piss. My gaze caught on the Kawasaki on the back and I couldn’t resist. After I’d heaved it down, I drove up and down the road for a while, hoping it would clear my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about Gray. Mom always said he wouldn’t have survived what I had witnessed. He was softer than me, maybe that was why Mom had always preferred him to me. If I’d been in her stead, I’d have done it too.

The dogs waited beside the car, watching me. Eventually I pulled up beside them but stayed on the bike. I couldn’t explain why I suddenly felt hesitant to ride back into the city. I wanted to return to Marcella. I’d given up everything for her, and I wanted to be with her, but someone had ratted me out. I doubted it was Growl. He didn’t seem like the vindictive type and didn’t really have reason to do so unless Luca had ordered him to do it. Matteo had definitely wanted me gone. Maybe he had spread the information. Or Amo. The big guy definitely hated my guts and wanted to see me dead and far away from his sister.

Now every member of Tartarus in the country would know I’d killed Earl and they’d see me as a traitor. I’d be their main target. Finding Gray would be especially difficult like that. If I returned to Marcella to tell her I had to search for my brother Gray, whoever had ratted me out would very likely find out soon after and then spread that information, maybe even make it look as if I wanted Gray dead as well.

“Fuck,” I muttered. I needed to find my brother before someone could get it in his head that I was actually a danger to him, if it wasn’t already too late for that.

I perched on the bike and watched the sunset. Riding my Harley into the sunset had always meant freedom, even if MC life had been full of responsibilities and rules.

I decided to spend the night on the truck bed before I would make up my mind what to do next. I was dead tired and needed a night to really come to terms with the turn my life had taken.





When I woke on the truck bed early the next morning, my longing for Marcella was just as strong as the call of the street. The two loves of my life: the endless road ahead of me and the woman with the cold blue eyes. Mom’s parting words kept repeating in my head. “I don’t want to see you again until you’ve made sure your brother is safe. This is your fault.”

Finding Gray would be difficult. The majority of my old contacts would avoid me and those that didn’t might try to kill me. They had every reason not to trust me. But Mom was right. I needed to save Gray from himself. Not only was he probably still on the hit list of Vitiello but pissed off bikers out for revenge might be after him as well. If Gray got it in his head to attack Vitiello in revenge, I wouldn’t be able to save him.

I hoisted the Kawasaki back onto the back of the truck. I needed to get rid of it and the dogs, preferably without running into any of the Vitiello men. Once the dogs had taken their seats again, I headed toward New York. The male Rottweiler was panting constantly, probably from pain because of the gash, so I decided to take the dogs to a safe place first. During our research on the Famiglia and its many affiliations, we’d also come across the dog shelter run by Vitiello’s enforcer, Growl.

Vitiello probably wouldn’t be happy if I showed up on his mansion’s doorstep uninvited and I had no way to contact Marcella. We’d destroyed her phone when we’d kidnapped her and so far there hadn’t been time to ask for her number anyway. I didn’t even know what exactly to tell her that wouldn’t jeopardize my search for Gray.

Growl had been semi-friendly when I’d talked to him, so he seemed like a safer option than any other Famiglia soldier.

When I pulled up in the driveway of the shelter, I parked beside another big pickup. I hadn’t even gotten out when Growl and a tall, lanky boy came out of the house and headed my way. Growl became more alert the moment he spotted me, but at least he didn’t pull a gun. That was the most friendliness I’d gotten from the Italians in years, and it still felt strange. I doubted being on semi-friendly terms with the Famiglia would ever not feel strange.

I got out of the car, making sure to keep my hands in sight. I really didn’t want to end up with a bullet in my head, unless I’d really given them reason to.

“What are you doing here?” Growl asked.

“I have two more dogs for you, saved them from the junkyard of one of my dead club brothers. One of them is injured.”