“Now, we prepare for battle,” Lane said. “And Cole. I want you front and center with me in this.”
“What?” I said.
“You may have fucked up not telling us the truth, but you’re a Carter and an invaluable part of this club,” he said. “No, you’re an invaluable part of this family. You’re always a part of us. Going forward, that’s all I want us to be. A family.”
Wow. Times really have changed.
Apparently, I was not the only one to have undergone a deep shift after that dream.
This change felt different. Yes, we’d said before we’d put aside our differences, but that always meant our differences were lying in wait somewhere, just yearning for the opportunity to cause disruption. Here? No more. Now, we made it so we didn’t have differences, and if we did, they were superficial.
“I like the sound of that,” I said with a smile. “Very well, then.”
“Well, not tonight,” Lane said with a laugh. “You still have to recover. But Cole? Make no mistake. No one’s going home. It’s not safe out there for now. We’re bringing all of our women and friends here. We’re hunkering down. If Lucius is willing to attack you in daylight, he’s willing to do anything. We need to end this here.”
I nodded back.
“Then let’s make this the final battle between the Saints and the Reapers. Between the evil and good of these towns.”
