Settling into Synn, I close my eyes while we drive. I desperately need some rest. Being in Synn’s arms calms me.
“I’ll wake you when we get there,” Synn murmurs, kissing me on the head.
Purge
“They found Pretty Girl,” Harris tells me over his shoulder. “She’s okay.” He blows out a breath, relief on his face.
“Talk about the last to know!” I yell, angry no one said shit to me.
“Man, chill, it’s copacetic,” Thor says, reaching over to pat me on the head.
“You are the geekiest nerd I’ve ever seen,” Bill grumbles from his seat.
Right on cue; me, Thor, and even Harris all shout, “Fuck you, BILL!”
“Come on, guys, settle down,” Jax calls from the other side of the room.
Restless, I shift around in my seat. I'm counting the seconds until Iskra is back here. I'm grabbing her the minute I see her and never letting her go.
Hunter
I was so caught up in the screen in front of me, tracking the team's movements, I forgot to inform the others in here of what I’m seeing.
The tracker I’m following from Pretty Girl showed the vehicles stopped for a while. Then Mav sent a series of texts updating me.
I am reeling from the fact Ghost’s father was there and slipped out without being seen.
And that Demon mask is Ghost’s brother, Maxim?
Then there’s the fact that the psychopath was holding Pretty Girl in a basement and was calling her “wife”. She must be sotraumatized. I know my girl already has multi-trauma PTSD, but Maxim’s added to it may end up being too much for her. I will be watching her closely when they return.
I fire a text out to Frost, asking how Pretty Girl is doing. He responds telling me she’s okay, and Maxim is on ice—unconscious.
I raise my voice so the guys in the room can hear me, relaying what Frost just told me.
“Thank fuck,” Thor says.
“Oh, thank God,” Purge breathes. He's trembling with anxiety. The telltale signs are all there.
“Purge, are you in need of a Rage Out?” I ask him.
Purge looks at me, answering, “I can wait. I'll take it out on that kidnapping piece of human garbage.”
I grunt in response.
I will be taking my own pound of flesh.
Maxim
I can’t believe this group of pussies got one up on me.
How dare they interrupt my impending nuptials with Little Bird? She was almost ready for me.
I’ve been in love with her since I first saw her in The Morgue. Torturing her made my dick so hard I had to rub one out on the daily.
I knew I had to have her when we caught her escaping The Retreat.
I saw the way she looked at me. She wants me just as badly; she just won’t admit it.
