In one corner was a man, blindfolded and bound with rope, huddled up into a ball as Lila walked in. There was no light in the shed, so she kept the door propped open with a rock, letting in a sliver of light to see what she was doing. In fact, she didn't really know what she was doing. Of all the things her father had ordered her to do for the Red Angels MC, he'd never forced her to kill someone before. Apparently, this loser tied up in the corner like a pig ready for slaughter had pissed off the president of the Red Angels enough to die. Worse, he'd ordered his daughter to kill the guy herself. But for the first time ever, Lila had been given an order that really made her stomach turn. She'd done everything for the legendary President Black; she'd sacrificed most of her life to do daddy's bidding, and all to further the interests of the club. She'd chafed under her father's controlling grip on her life, and had always ended up yielding to his wishes—but murder was a step too far for her.
