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Marianna again. ‘You agree with this, do you? You all for aborting your unborn child, getting rid of an innocent victim who never asked for any of this crap, because my father thinks it’s an inconvenient bastard?’
    ‘I’m so sorry, Ben… none of this was supposed to happen…’
    ‘You’re sorry?’ Ben’s almost manic laugh filled the room, which only served to fuel Hector’s agitation. He lunged at his son, but age was on Ben’s side. He was too quick for the older man, grabbing him by his cut and throwing him back against the wall. ‘You tell him, you got that? You tell my brother – your son – you tell him you’ve been fucking his wife, you tell him she’s carrying your child, not his, and let’s see how he ends this. Because I for one won’t shed a fucking tear when he rips you apart.’
    ‘Ben, please…’
    He swung around, glaring at Marianna. ‘Why, huh? I mean, what the fuck has he got? Or are you so turned on by his warped fucking power that your legs just fell open…’
    ‘That’s enough!’ Hector instructed, but Ben was on a mission now. For too long he’d been finding a way to rid this club of his father. One of the most notorious MCs in the country, the Dark Angels bore that black diamond all one-percenters were proud to display, and Ben had no real intention of ever changing that, but his father was becoming more of a loose cannon as each year passed. He was killing the club, hammering it into the ground, and all Ben wanted to do was save it. He just couldn’t do that with Hector in charge. And it was terrifying to think fate may now have played a part in handing Ben the perfect way to rid them of the poison at the helm.
    ‘No. No, you don’t get to tell me what’s enough. Not anymore. You’re done here, old man. It’s over.’
    ‘I don’t want this, Ben.’ Marianna’s voice was shaking, but Ben was out of sympathy. Any real emotion had been stripped from him as soon as he’d stepped inside this clubhouse as a child all those years ago. It was the only way to survive the life.
    ‘You should have thought about that before you spread your legs and whored yourself out to him .’ Ben almost spat the words out. He was finished here.
    ‘I said, enough! ’
    Ben was only slightly aware of Marianna’s screams rising above the sound of Hector’s roar, and as he slowly turned around to face his father a faint, somewhat twisted smile crossed his face, despite the sight of the gun aimed at his forehead. The gun Hector Almeda held steady, his cold, emotionless eyes boring deep into his son’s.
      Ben felt nothing. He’d shut down, he’d had to. If he didn’t do that, if he didn’t shut down his father would win. ‘Because this is how we deal with everything. Isn’t it?’
    ‘You have no right to talk to her that way. You show your sister-in-law some fucking respect.’
    Ben let out another hollow, humorless laugh. ‘Jesus Christ, are you kidding me?’ And in a movement so swift the older man never saw it coming, Ben pulled his own gun on his father. It was a terrifying stand-off; a situation with no predictable ending, both men going for the finale they wanted as fingers slowly pulled back triggers. And it was then that Ben became vaguely aware of another scream coming from somewhere, he didn’t know where, but it was only when the sickening sound of a bullet hitting flesh echoed around the room that he realized it had, once again, come from Marianna. It was only when the scream ended suddenly, to be replaced by a horrifying silence, that he realized his bullet hadn’t been fired.
    Slowly raising his head he saw his father staring down at the smoking gun in his hand, his face an emotionless mask. And then Ben’s eyes dipped, and he didn’t want to look down because he knew what he was going to see, he just didn’t want it to be real. But there she lay; face down on the cold stone floor, blood slowly pooling around her lifeless body.
    ‘It’s for the best,’