Page 249 of Come Back to Me

My moral compass doesn’t necessarily uphold the letter of the law. In my honest opinion, the justice system is a flawed and discriminatory one. (Ergo, it’s rife for skullfuckery.)

I know he doesn’t want to cook the books, but sometimes, laws were really just made to be broken—not that I’d tell him that. I’m pretty sure he’d give me a lecture.

Amy, her gaze locked on her knees again, whispers, “Hewasa dastardly evildoer.”

“His rap sheet confirms that,” is Cody’s retort.

“I-I didn’t want to be with him.” She peeps at him. “He scared me.”

“He can’t anymore.” And now, I’m even happier that the douche is dead and is taking the blame for everything.

Her brow flutters. “The MC will…”

“Your dad’s passing was…”

“Retaliation?”

“A course correction,” is how Cody chooses to finish that sentence.

She chews on the inside of her cheek. “There’s a new Prez?”

“Guy called Filch. But Dana said that he was only a temporary leader.”

Amy’s throat bobs. “Filch isn’t a psycho, so that’s something. But that’s why he’s temporary. You need to be a dumb-fuck, drugged-up dopehead with a penchant for shooting the wrong people to be the President of the Rabid Wolves. A-Am I in danger?”

“Filch said the MC would leave you alone.”

“I need to get out of the country then. Filch won’t last long. Bracket will blow his brains out to take the patch. Bracket’s a nutcase. He’ll come for me. I know he will.”

“You need to finish your education.”

She gapes at me. “Why would I give a damn about my education if I’m six feet under?”

“Because you got into one of the best schools in the country on a scholarship, Amy,” I splutter. “We can’t waste your intelligence! IQ levels have been falling since 1975!”

“It’ll be wasted ifmygray matter is splattered against a wall because I’m a rat. Snitches don’t survive—that’s a fact that my ever-so-big brain never thought about when I called Cody.”

I don’t need the machines to tell me that her pulse has skyrocketed.

“Why did you call me?” Cody asks softly.

“I was desperate. Kit was saying some really…” Tears well at the corners of her eyes. “He wanted to brand me. Said I deserved the honor.”

I’m used to some of the Satan’s Sinners’ quirks, so I ask hopefully, “Brand as in a tattoo?”

“N-No. Actual brand.” Her throat bobs. “Razer was all for it. He was p-proud of me for…James.Agreed that I deserved to be Kit’s woman.”

There’s too much wrong with that statement for me to begin tearing it to shreds.

“Why was James even there?” Cody inquires, but from his gruff tone, I know he’s mad too.

“James came into the bar every night. He figured that’s where I’d hole up?—”

“I don’t understand why they didn’t move you to one of their sister chapters,” Cody mutters.

“The bar was Kit’s baby. He suggested it. Said it was a way to piss off the locals. Your brother cutting off their farming operations infuriated the MC. The bar came with a plot of land that they were going to use to grow more weed. K-Kit said my place was with him.”

I hear what she isn’t saying and I hold her hand. Her fingers tighten around mine. “You’re free of him now.”

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