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“Help what?” he grunts.

“Don’t play stupid. It’s not hard to guess that torturing someone like that for the first time in a long ass time would hit you hard. Just talk to us. We do this shit together, remember?” I scold him.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he says, “No. The run didn’t help. I feel out of control, and since Noah got me out of there, my control is the one thing I have had. My voice, my temper, everything I was in control over.”

“Don’t hide in the woods. It won’t help like you think it will. Talk to us,” I tell him.

“Maybe you should try to draw. It could help drown out the voices or help you feel in control of something again. This feeling won’t last forever, and we won’t let you spiral,” Grayson adds.

Cade grunts his acknowledgement. I’d love to push him, make him talk more about it, make him do something about it now, but I know he needs to process anytime we talk like this. He doesn’t want to just talk it all out.

I don’t get it and I hate it but if I push he will want to spar and I am not actually sure if I could beat a fully enraged and out of control Cade.

Glancing over at Rage’s house, I debate going over there, wanting to steal back my girl. They have had her long enough. “No, Ryker.” Grayson pulls on my arm. ”Give her the time she needs with them. Come back inside.”

“Fine.” I sigh.

Tamara (Tammy) Wilson

They burnt my home down.

Staring at the remnants of my home as Richard talks with a police officer– my anger simmers to a boiling point.

How dare they take my home away? This is my home. My town. Mine.

A hand lands on my back and I spin around with a snarl, but immediately calm when I find it’s just my husband. “I’m so sorry, Tam.” He murmurs softly to me.

“This was our home.” I rasp, refusing to even think about crying. They don’t get my tears. Those low life pieces of shit get nothing except my fury. “They will regret this.”

“They will.” Richard tips his head in agreement. “We have a plan though and need to stick to it.”

Yanking away from him, I point back at our home that is now mostly ashes, “This says fuck the plan. I want them to pay now. Who knows what else they are thinking about doing. We need to act now.”

“Tam–” He starts, taking a step forward.

“Do you not care, Rich?” My heels clink against the pavement as I step towards him again, placing my manicured hand on his chest. “The home we raised our children in. The home we made love in. Do you not want revenge for that? Do you not want them to pay for taking that away from us? This hurts, Richard. They hurt me, us, please don’t let them think they won by waiting any longer.” I force tears to form in the corner of my eyes and watch as my husband caves the second a tear rolls down my cheek.

“Of course I do. We can move things up. I’ll make this right for you baby. They will pay now.” He caresses my cheek and I smile softly at him.

Soon, so very soon, they will pay. The Sons of Silence will be nothing but a speck under my heel when I am done with them.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Harley

“Good morning.” Presley smiles at me as I enter the kitchen. She’s cooking breakfast while Axe sits at the island, Jayce sitting on top in front of him.

“Morning,” I say, less enthusiastically, since I just got up and haven’t had coffee yet.

After making myself a cup, I take a seat next to Axe, who glances at me. “The boys still sleeping?”

I nod, sipping my coffee. “They didn’t finish cleaning the shed out until really late. I think it was like two or three this morning when they finally came to bed.”

“Well, looks like Blade gets to have some fun this morning waking their asses up.” He chuckles as he pulls his phone out. Presley glances at me, and we both roll our eyes.

After talking with the girls yesterday, I feel more settled. I know what I want and what needs to happen, but that means I need to have some hard conversations I don’t think I am ready to have yet.

By the time Presley finishes making breakfast, more people have woken up and come downstairs—including my guys, who all look like zombies. “Tired?” I raise a brow at Ryker, who slumps down next to me, dropping his head onto the counter.

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