Page 60 of Stitch
Igot behind thewheel, and started driving, with absolutely no idea of where we were going yet. Before I’d left, I’d sent Ice a message, getting him to tag my location at the time of Camille’s meltdown, because whoever the bastard was, he was there right now.
I tucked my headphones in, and tapped the screen to dial. I wasn’t calling Ice like I’d said, because I’d realised something when I was getting us moving. Reacher had to okay this, or it couldn’t happen.
“Hey brother. How is she?” News travelled fast in the clubhouse, thankfully.
“Resting. Who’s with you?”
Reacher cleared his throat.
“Got a full fucking house right now, so you’re on speaker with Ice, Lissa, Ally, Ryder, and Tori.” Huh. Maybe the girls had all bonded enough already that they cared about Camille.
“I need to know who this is. Who the hell is she so afraid of, and what did the fucker do?”
Ice cursed. “We shouldn’t be talking about her private business like this. It’s not for public consumption, and don’t pretend you’d be okay with it if we were talking about your shit.”
Lissa piped up next. “If someone hurt Cammy, and is hurting her again, weneed to fix it.”
Hurting her again. Not physically, but I’d never seen her like that. Never seen anyone like that, short of a few bastards who knew they were going to die painfully, and they did.
“Can we hurry this the fuck up? If the bastard moves on while you guys are stroking your own egos, I’m gonna have a real problem.”
Reacher sighed heavily, and I knew I was pushing him to say words he didn’t want to utter.
“She ran from an abusive partner, Stitch. From her medical records, which I can just about understand, she’s had multiple broken bones, bruises, the works. This guy is a sick fucker, and she ran, man. She came here to escape him.”
Lissa sounded like she was crying.
“Why didn’t she tell me? Why wouldn’t she let me help her. No wonder she freaked out when Stitch yelled that day.”
I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly I thought my fingers would break. This bastard had hurt my wife.My fucking wife. I’d peel the skin from his fucking bones, and relish every scream of agony.
“Stitch, can you stop growling for a fucking second and listen?” Was I? I wasn’t aware that the pure all-consuming rage inside me was escaping and making a sound, but I forced myself to respond.
“Guy’s name is Ross Havers. He’s a fucking lawyer, and he’s possibly out of town on holiday, because he’s based in Manchester. What are the fucking chances he’d end up in the same town as you guys?”
“This place is tiny, and really fucking hard to find. We sure he’s not tracking her or something?”
They were all quiet for a moment, and then Reacher spoke again.
“What’s the plan, brother?”
I took a breath, trying to relax my fingers on the steering wheel. Reacher had better back me on this, or I’d lose my shit.
“He dies, and I need to be the one to do it.”
They were silent for a moment, then Reacher spoke again.
“We’re on our way. Ice will send you meeting co-ordinates. We need to do this clean, brother. He’s got a life, and they’ll be looking for him.”
I didn’t care about that. I didn’t care about any of it. I was going to find this twistedasshole, and make him scream and beg before he died. I’d make sure he felt every second of the terror he’d caused my wife.
I might not be long for this world, but I was gonna make damn sure that Camille could live on without me, and without the fear this bastard caused in her. I was gonna free her of him, once and for all.
The call had ended, and I hadn’t even realised, but a text beeped, and I checked the co-ordinates. Good, only a few minutes away. Time to go and wait for our retribution.
I couldn’t wait to get started, because of all the things I was taking from Camille, her time, her love, finally I was able to give something back.Her life.
Cammy
