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CHAPTER THIRTY
Iron
To say I was pissed would have been a fuckin’ understatement.
Was I in the wrong here?
Yes.
But that wasn’t saying she was in the right.
Fucking far from it.
I tore ass home and my brothers kept up with me.
I’d had a fucking plan.
And I’d been prepared to do what I needed to do at all costs.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t much different from hers. Though I had a feeling she didn’t do as much talking as I had planned on.
I was going to offer them a large chunk of money to keep their mouths shut. It was the peaceful way to go and since it seemed like they were already content on doing that, I figured they wouldn’t hesitate to take the money. Only it would have come with a condition and a strong warning to never even think of crossing the club.
I was determined to get Midori’s mom back. I wanted to keep her safe and I knew what was going to happen if I left her there.
I was pretty sure they would have gone for it.
And if they didn’t, I would have seen it in their eyes right away.
I was prepared for that too.
That was why I had ten brothers ride down with me.
I was strapped down with two guns and a couple of blades, ready to draw blood and bring death if need be.
Then, once we dealt with the sheriff, we were gonna deal with that asshole William Sampson. That was where the fire was going to come into play for us. We came up with the idea to trap him in that fucking building he called a church and light it up. Let him burn to death in the Hell he created.
Who would have known he could be found at the sheriff’s office playin’ some late night poker?
I sure as hell didn’t. It almost seemed too convenient for Petra, but something told me that she knew he’d be there before she even stepped foot into that building.
I still had plans to get rid of that giant ass fucking church, though. And since we had to ride back by that town to get home, we made one last stop in that hellhole.
Losing nearly four hours had killed our timeline. Not to mention that we would have lost the cover of the night if we didn’t hurry.
After we had checked to make sure the building was clear, Blade went to the four corners, placing anything that would fuel the fire in piles. Then he struck the match and worked his way around there room, dropping a fresh match on each pile.
It hadn’t taken long for him to come stumblin’ out, trying to clear the burn from his throat and smelling like smoke.
We didn’t stay to watch the flames rise, but by the time we mounted our bikes, it was clear there wouldn’t be much left standing.
So, yeah, after that I hauled ass out of that fucking town and tried my hardest to ride the anger out of me. Only it wasn’t working. As the miles flew by, the harder it seemed to hit me.
An hour away from home, we all pulled over and refueled.
I was ready to get back and everyone knew it.
“You alright?” Lake asked me as he shoved an energy drink into my hand.
