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“I will find her.”
“There are tunnels under there as well,” she says softly before taking a pull of her beer.
“I’ll fill those in.”
“Plum deserves happiness. She never got that in life,” she says softly, getting up and heading back to her room. I want to hate her. She’s one of the reason’s Plum was taken from us so soon, before I could get to know her, before she could know this family. But I can’t. Lyra tried to do the right thing and she paid for it. And if Lyra was that bad when they found her, I can only imagine what Plum is going through.
“Zion?”
“Gage, you good?” I ask him, knowing he’s not.
“What about school? Do I have to go?”
“I think you should but if you want to be close, I can have it arranged that you and Noah and the others work from here. I think you should still try to get caught up. Your mom would want that,” I hope she would want that. Any mother would want their kid to do well.
“Thank you,” he says.
“Anything else?”
“Please find her,” he whispers before turning and heading back to the couch Noah is sitting on. Both boys look like shit, depressed. We still have to lay Bones to rest. I’m afraid to do that with all this shit going on.
Bones would know what to do, he’s always been my voice of reason, now who do I have? Not that my guys aren’t good men. Most are hot headed though.
“Can I sit?” Dixon asks and I nod. He’s being polite because he’s a guest, and I appreciate that.
“I have a proposition for you,” he starts, and I motion for another beer before turning to face him.
“Yeah?”
“We want to patch over. I’ve talked to my guys, all of them. We’ve agreed that all chapters would patch over,” he says.
“You wouldn’t be president anymore,” I point out.
“I’m old and tired. After this comes to an end, I just want to ride my bike, feel the wind, spend time with my family, and fuck.”
I snort at that. I start thinking about this. We will need the extra bodies. I would need to meet with all their charters.
“I can have them all here this week. You’re going to need the extra bodies to fight the cartel anyways,” he states and he’s right.
“Do it. I’ll bring it to a vote,” I say as I stand and call church. Maybe something positive can come out of this. Extra bodies to help search and guard.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Plum
I can’t even open my eyes. Someone came down to feed me when I couldn’t even sit up. I don’t even want to list the vile things Sawyer and his men did to me. If I didn’t have any broken bones before, I do now.
I hate him. I hate my mother. I heard her in the corner laughing in glee like she was watching her favorite movie. I tried to ask about Lyra and I wish I hadn’t.
She tried to stick up for me, to get me out of this and Sawyer had his men beat her. His men left her to die in her basement of her house. She was alone. I tear up just thinking about her dying alone. She wasn’t very nice in the end, but I have to say it was the drugs.
Growing up, she wasn’t the mean one—my mother was. When we were kids, Lyra was always sweet but had a protective side to her. I love my sister and miss the old her. We loved watching western movies and eating cheese popcorn. We would mix sodas together to see who would get the grossest one. And on some nights, we would lay outside and watch the stars. Now she will never get that again. I physically and mentally hurt now with thoughts of Lyra being alone. Hopefully, I will join her.
That’s all I can think of as I lay here in pain. No matter what way I turn, I hurt. I have resigned the fact that I’m not making it out of here alive.
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Zion
