Page 50 of Judge
“Shut the fuck up Rider!” Marx growls, bringing his attention back to me.
“So, ah, shit.” I sit, trying to find the right words, then throwing caution to the wind, “She ended your brother, Sniper. I watched her do it, she told him he was a piece of shit and she was doing you a kindness.” My shocked brothers stare at me in silence, so, while I have a captive audience, I carry on. “She’ddone that shit before, pumped an overdose into her father’s veins after he was assaulted by her ex-boyfriend. Long story short, he was using her to cam girl, simple shit, feet, no face nudes, then she comes home one day and he surprises her with a friend and a camera.”
“Motherfucker,” someone growls and I damn well agree.
Running a hand down my face, I continue with the main points, “He threatens her that if she doesn’t do it, he’ll make Annie.” A chair goes flying and Sniper paces, head back, looking at the ceiling, “She locks herself in with the kids, calls her dad, the ex assaults him and when she goes to check he chokes her the fuck out. She wakes up with Annie on the phone and Jax with a baseball bat in his hands and the scumbag on the ground.”
“Fuck, brother,” Tank’s meaty hand lands on my shoulder, giving me his strength.
Marx takes a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. I can tell by the set of his jaw that he’s pissed on my behalf. “How old were the twins?”
“Eight.”
“Where is he now?” Sniper asks in a low, deathly calm tone.
“He was meant to be in prison but somehow got out early. He tracked them down to the diner, and threatened my woman and my baby girl.” My hands fist at the thought that he had the balls to walk into her business to intimidate her.
“He dies.” Sniper up and leaves the room, and the Pres lets him. Hell, the guy just found out that my woman ended the bane of his existence, I think it’s only fair we cut the guy some slack.
“Those in favor of ridding the earth of this scum?” Marx asks, looking around at us.
Rider bangs his fist on the scarred table in the dining room, then Tank, followed one by one by my brothers.
“Wire, find out all you can about this -” Marx looks to me.
“Seth. Seth Carrick.”
“On it, brother.” Wire nods once, fingers flying over the keys.
“Judge, how do you want to do this?” Rhodie asks, most likely already planning strategies in his head.
“Don’t care. As long as we get him before Jax does. His plan was to go after Carrick himself before he realized he doesn’t need to do that shit anymore, DRMC will take care of it.”
“Good boy you got there,” Flack nods, “But kid needs to be a kid for a bit longer.”
I tip my chin in agreement. That may have been how Kaia and the kids did shit in the past, but no more. They have a whole damn family at their backs now.
“Well, it turns out that Seth Carrick has a set of balls on him. Checked into a motorlodge just out of town under his own name and credit card.”
“Dumb fuck,” Savage snorts.
“Tombs,” Marx looks toward Gus, Jules and Tav before doing a double take. “Where the fuck did Pops go?”
Looking around the table it takes a moment for all of us to clock that Pops somehow disappeared into thin air.
“He was here just a minute ago because he was bitching about Wire’s report being too long,” Dex smirks as Wire flips him the bird.
Marx runs a hand down his beard, “Fucks sake. Tombs, you’re on Carrick surveillance. Landrys, ‘you back them up. Mad Dog, TumTum and Chef, you’re on Pops duty. I have a feeling that fucker will go after Carrick himself if we’re not careful.”
Everyone nods and we all get up to leave once Marx bangs his fist on the wall behind him.
“Brother,” Wire calls, stopping me in my tracks. “I’m sorry, I could have found out this shit if I had have dug deep-”
My hand lands on Wire’s shoulder, stopping his sentence, “Wire, there’s nothing to be sorry for. I wanted to hearhertruthand I got it.” I give him a little shake and he nods once, eyes back on his screen.
“I’ll get the girls to help me. I’ll go through everything we can to get any footage or images of Kaia taken down.”
“Thanks brother,” I manage to choke out.
