Page 122 of Being Lost

“Get back to the fuckin’ compound.” I don’t have a word to describe how furious I am. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this angry in my life.

As I sit in the front seat, and Dart gets in the driver’s side as Curtis is watching Enrico in the back, I’m fuming.Alder’s dead.Quick and clean. He never knew what was happening, never had a chance to suffer my retribution. My hands clench and unclench.I needed this. Needed to kill him myself.

Now he can’t give me answers.

Now he can’t pay for his crimes.

“Church, now,” I roar as I enter the clubhouse.

It’s an instruction I barely need give as it seems everyone is as angry and discombobulated as I am.

Even as riled as I am, I pause to place my hand briefly on Smoker’s chair before going to my seat. He’s dead, and the motherfucker who took Alder down stopped me getting my revenge. We might have got the man who pulled the trigger, but not the one who gave the command.

“What the fuck was that, Token?”

He doesn’t pretend not to know what I’m talking about. “Fuck knows, Prez.” He slams his hand down. “Asshole has tech skills beyond anything I’ve seen.”

“He’s got sniper skills too,” Pennywise growls. “That’s what he meant. Fuck knows where he took that shot from.”

“He was there, waiting,” Token agrees. “He knew our every move and was watching and waiting.”

I try to calm myself down. “He wanted to take Alder out himself. Why? Didn’t he trust us?”

“He can’t have believed we’d work with Alder, could he?”

I glance at my VP. “I’ve no fuckin’ idea. Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Does it matter?” Niran asks, his tone measured and reasonable. “The man is dead.”

What matters is that I didn’t get the satisfaction of killing him. Or finding the answer to the mystery he took to his grave.

I bow my head and rub my eyes. Fuck, it’s late, or early, whichever way you want to look at it. Maybe Niran is right and I should just let this go. Looking up again, I note the tired looks on the faces around. Not a few are trying to hide their yawns.

“Alder’s gone. It’s over. Let’s go and get some rest.”

“What do you want to do about Enrico?”

“I doubt if he’s got anything useful to tell us, but tomorrow we’ll ask.” I raise my hardened eyes. “He condoned and facilitated that business for years. Can’t say he deserves any less than being dispatched to Satan.”

From the hollers of agreement around me, I almost feel sorry for the restaurant owner/criminal we’ve currently got in the brig. Brothers were denied taking their revenge out on Alder, so Enrico will suffer instead.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Patsy

“Lost?” I sit upright, glancing at the clock by the side of the bed, noticing it’s morning.

I’d tried to wait up for Lost, but he’d been out so late eventually I’d come to bed. I hadn’t expected to fall asleep, but it seems like I had.

As Lost removes his cut and then tiredly takes off his t-shirt, boots and jeans, I run my eyes over his body checking for any injury. There are none visible, even though he wears a pained look on his face.

“What happened, Lost?” I’m not certain he’s going to talk to me.

Still, without saying a word, he gets into bed, pulling my body against him. It’s only when my head is in its normal place, resting on his chest, he begins speaking, and my pillow vibrates.

“Alder’s dead.”

I gasp. “You killed him?”

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