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I grin and say, “Well, she would definitely know since kids are her specialty.”
Scythe leans in and whispers, “Saber was able to follow the path of the infection, so the medicine you’re on is the correct one.”
I don’t understand what he’s saying but one thought niggles at the back of my head. “What about Portia? And did you gethim?”
Scythe’s smirk turns feral as he nods. “Yeah, him and a few others. They’ll be taken care of, that’s for sure.”
“And Portia?” I prod. My gut told me that she was a good woman who was caught in a bad situation, which she confirmed during my captivity. While I’m new to the club, my thoughts are that they help the people in our community, so they should be willing to help her.
“Brick put her in one of the empty cabins,” he finally says. “She’s all kinds of screwed up, sweetheart, but Selah, Harper, and Laney are working with her since they’ve all got first-hand experience with that bunch of assholes.”
“Mommy?” Chance asks, bringing my attention back to him. “Daddy rescued me from the bad man,” he says before I can respond, leaning into Scythe. “It’s okay if I call him Daddy, isn’t it?”
Gah, my son and his ability to slay me with his tender heart. “Yeah, buddy, it is as long as it’s okay with Scythe,” I reply, looking at the man in question.
“I’d be honored,” Scythe tells Chance, pulling him even closer. “You and your mom belong to me now, buddy.”
“Because you’re a biker?” Chance asks.
“Yeah, so that means y’all are mine.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
Scythe
I finally breakdown and explain the gifts that many of the Cedar Creek brothers, as well as some of the old ladies and kids, live with since she’s bound to figure it out at some point. Chance was over the moon when he realized it wasDragonwho talked to him while he was in Tim’s office. She didn’t seem overly concerned because our gifts are what allowed us to bring her and Chance home. Right now, however, we’re in our basement where we conduct interrogations, standing around that fucker’s body, which has been strung up by chains so his toes barely touch the floor.
“You won’t get away with this,” Tim slurs, his face battered and bruised.
“Oh, but we will,” Brick replies as Dragon’s dark chuckles reverberate through the soundproofed room. “And just saying, we’ve made sure that your widow will be taken care of as well.”
“She’s not a widow if I’m still alive,” he sneers.
It would probably have more of an impact if his eyes weren’t nearly swollen shut, and he wasn’t covered in bruises, as well as several broken bones. I laugh in his face since I’ve been the one who has been primarily responsible for his injuries, although Rael took some of his anger out on the man as well.
“Ah, but the question is, for how much longer?” Rael asks, causing Tim to scream like a little bitch. Part of me doesn’t blame him since he relishes in wearing ghost-like paint on his face, almost like the singers from KISS. I definitely wouldn’t want to come up against him in a dark alley and I consider myself as badass as the rest of my brothers. But Rael and the rest of the Graven Bastards are in a league of their own.
“We’ll eradicate you assholes,” Tim screams. “We’re everywhere and what we’re doing won’t be shut down!”
“Oh, it will. It might not end with your little group we found, because we know there are more of you, but rest assured, the Imperial Knights will root y’all out and end you.No oneis a slave to another, and we’re not going to tolerate the way you subjugate women and children. It won’t happen on our watch,” Brick advises. He looks around at us and asks, “So, what do y’all think we need to do?”
“Personally, I’d love to chop his dick off and shove it up his ass, but that won’t help Tamara,” I reply. “They’re supposed to go to court tomorrow, so whatever we’re going to do needs to happen.”
I refuse to allow my woman to deal with this piece of shit any longer. Thankfully, Dragon and Wrecker worked their magic on Chance, so his memories of when they were taken are fuzzy and skewed. But my woman? I wake up to her screaming in her sleep, the nightmares holding her captive and that needs to stop.Not because I’m losing rest, but simply because she deserves to have peace.
“What if we…,” Dragon begins as he whispers to the rest of us so that Tim can’t hear. As a group, we nod once Dragon lays out his plan to ensure that Tim Jones enters Hell. With everything in place, we leave Tim hanging there to make his peace with his god, although I’m pretty sure it’s not the same one who created the universe.
Granted, I’m not religious by any stretch of the imagination, but at some point in my past, back when I was still a kid who had people that gave a shit, I remember several Sunday school lessons, and the being I learned about then? Didn’t condone raping women, or using them to breed a superior race, or any of that shit. Yeah, Tim’s gonna get what he deserves, and it won’t be a trip through the Pearly Gates.
“You good, sweetheart?” I ask Tamara as we settle in for the night. It didn’t take me a lot of convincing to have her move into the small cabin I’ve got on our property, and Chance is positively over the moon at the fact his friends are always around. While I love the home she’s built, knowing there are possibly others who might have Roanoke in their sights has me needing to keep them safe. Being surrounded by my brothers is about as safe as I can make things for the time being.
“Yeah, just worried about court tomorrow,” she murmurs, her head on my chest. “What’s going to happen when Tim doesn’t show up?”
She may not be aware of what our plans are for that fucker, but she knows he’s been a ‘guest’ of the Imperial Knights ever since the day we rescued her. I smooth back her hair, tucking some loose strands behind her ear, my heart pounding almost painfully in my chest as I remember finding her that day.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumble, my knees hitting the floor next to the cot that Tamara’s currently tied to. Her eyes are unfocused and glazed, and one look tells me that she’s very, very sick. That, plus the putrid smell coming from a bandage that’s taped to her side let me know that if we don’t get her help and quickly, she might not make it.
