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Micro clenched his fists. “Fuck that, I’m taking the whole bunch down, and I’ll leave their fucking entrails in my wake.”
The room fell silent, and I stared at him in shock, seeing him blinking back at me.
“What? They’re monsters, they’re fucking rapists, even if we get your sister out without being touched. This is what clubs do. Trust me when I say Phoenix are the exception, and I wish I’d come to that conclusion sooner.” He turned to look at Reacher.
“Reacher, Pres… let me do this. Let me decimate that club, and remove any threats to-”
Reacher cut him off with a snarl, but he was talking to Stitch.
“Funny how it seems like he’s making fucking demands now.”
Stitch grinned at him, which seemed like an odd reaction to his words.
“I saw that, still, it meshes with our vision for once, right?”
Reacher jabbed a finger at Micro. “Break that club, put the bad seeds down, and see what’s left. They need a purge, just like your dad’s club did, and I see you get that now. Do us proud, break them, save the girl, and get back here, and we’ll see where we go from there.”
Micro opened his mouth, and Stitch slashed a hand through the air to silence him.
“The only words coming out of your mouth will be to agree with Reacher, fuckhead, and even if you succeed, it might not be enough to save you. Know this though, you run, and we’ll put every fucking resource that we and Rossi have into it this time. We’ll hunt you to the very ends of the earth, and we’ll leave bits of you in every fucking corner.”
Micro should have been freaked out or scared, but instead he chuckled.
“Startin’ to think you might like me again, VP.”
“Get the fuck out of here.”
“I’m going too,” I declared, staggering from the bed where Micro had already deposited me.
“Nope.”
I got right in Reacher’s face and waved a finger imperiously as I spoke.
“Yes, I’m fucking going. She’s my sister, and he’s my man, and you’re not fucking stopping me!”
Reacher snorted and backed out of my way, and we got the hell out of there.
Twenty-Seven
They’dletDocgiveme the once over in my old room, and thankfully the bullet had caught my shoulder, but there was no bullet inside me, so that was one good thing. He’d also put a special dressing over the burn on my chest, after chewing Torch out for doing it. It wasn’t because he cared about me, but because, if it got infected, we’d be darkening his fucking doorstep again.
We were finally on the road, with Sophie still recovering from her most recent injuries, and me sore as fuck, but dosed up with paracetamol and ibuprofen, because anything stronger would impair my thinking ability. Tommy was driving, but was only with us as a driver, and not getting caught up in any danger.
Apparently Reacher didn’t want to lose out on his cooking skills, so he was sitting this one out. I read it as, it’s my place to die here and not his, and that’s fine, as long as the kid and Soph got out, I didn’t care about my fate. Who knew I’d find someone who mattered so much to me that I’d die for her? I got it now. What the Pres and VP had felt. What Torch, Has, Ice, and Ryder had. Soph wasn’t even officially mine, but I felt like she was. I’d step in front of a hundred fucking bullets, if it meant she could walk away unharmed.
“It’s okay, babe, we’ll get her back,” I murmured to Soph, who was tucked in against my side, and still not herself, after getting smacked in the head by those fuckers. I’m glad Stitch and the others killed them, because they deserved it. Their VP though, Thug, he’d be spitting, and out for blood.
“They could be doing anything to her,” Sophie replied, burying her face in my neck and shuddering.
“The Pres said they had eyes on her. She’s out in the open at the moment, but looks unhurt,” Tommy said, surprising us both, and reminding me that we weren’t alone, even though, if we had been, one of us would be driving. I was glad I wasn’t, because Soph needed comfort right now, and I’d take advantage of every second I could hold her.
“That’s good, thanks, man. See, babe? She’s going to be fine. It’s all going to be fine.”
“Never thought I’d lay eyes on you again, man,” Tommy said quietly, diverting our attention back to him.
“Yeah, same, and like I said, I’m sorry I was such a cunt. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I had no choice. Well, that’s bullshit, I had a choice, but I made only bad ones back then.”
He watched the road with an intensity I admired, but he was listening.
