Page 22 of The Devil's Redemption

For a fleeting moment, I think to myself that Michael doesn’t deserve a funeral. But just as quickly, that thought passes, and I remind myself that he was sick. Like someone with cancer or another life-threatening disease.

But people with cancer don’t sell their sisters to Satan.

“Anyway,” I break through my thoughts and ask Blade to continue. “You were telling me how you knew where I was.”

He stares at me curiously for a moment. I know he’s wondering about my lack of emotion upon hearing about Michael.

“As soon as I left your apartment, I came back here and was loading up with weapons to go get you.”

I scoff, thinking of a lone Blade breaking down the door and getting killed immediately. Because that’s what would have happened. I realize it must seem like I was laughing at Blade for wanting to rescue me. When I catch the hurt look on his face, I finally feel a slight hint of emotion.

Maybe I’m not broken.

“I just meant they would have killed you before you got one foot in the door. You were right about their ruthlessness.” I try explaining away my scoff in a way that doesn’t sound insulting.

“Well, when I got here, Stone told me he had a better plan. Apparently, he’d been in contact with our other charters, who also have beef with Death’s Road. They’ve been waiting for a chance to get at them, and as unfortunate as this reason is, you and Maggie gave it to them. Six Skull charters, the G-burg Bastards, and Boy Scout’s army all met up at Devil’s Den that night. We made our way to their clubhouse and were able to take them out.”

Take them out? All of them?

“Jasper?” I inhale a shaky breath.

The look he gives me tells me my answer. Of course, that motherfucker got away.

“No. He and a couple others were able to get away. There’s a country-wide manhunt for them at the moment. I don’t think it will be long until they’re brought to justice.”

Blade lifts the spoon to my lips again, but I pull away.

“No,” I protest. “I can’t eat any more.”

Blade pushes away from my bed and places the bowl down on the counter across the room. When he comes back to me, he picks my hand up again and gently grips my chin, turning my attention to him.

I wince, but he doesn’t let me go.

“Sasha, I will stop at nothing to find that motherfucker and bring him back here so you can get the revenge you deserve.”

I can’t even feel relief at his words.

Do I want Jasper dead? More than anything.

Do I want to be the one to do it? Fucking right.

Do I honestly believe I will be able to face him again?

Not a chance in hell.

My only response to Blade is a few blinks before he lets my chin go. As I turn my head back in place, I’m suddenly overtaken by a crushing wave of fatigue.

“I’m really tired,” I tell Blade.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll be here. I’m not leaving you.”

Swallowing gently, I close my eyes and drift off once more.

Chapter Nine

It’s beentwo days since I woke up at the clubhouse. I asked Hawk if he can give me something like Plan B to prevent any possible pregnancy. He told me that was one of the first medications he administered to both Maggie and me when we got here.

That and antibiotics, thank goodness.

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