He didn’t have a choice.
At least, that’s what I keep reasoning with myself. Leon was scared and couldn’t figure a way out, so he gave in to what Kurt wanted. He trusted the man who took us in, loved our mother, and gave us a life worth living.
I don’t know what his plans were with me. Was he just trying to scare me and Leon into submission? Or was he genuinely going to sell me?
The words from that second horrible date ring through my head. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I clearly remember the guy saying I wasn’t worth the price Kurt was asking for.
I think Tate was right, Kurt doesn’t truly love anyone.
My hand touches the cut on my face, and I scoff at myself. I fought so fucking hard not to end up like my mother did with the Wraiths; I was coddled into a false sense of security under his roof.
But as I soak in the feeling of my bond with Cash and look down at my wedding ring, I know that I didn’t choose incorrectly. I might have a scar to remind me of the devastation I went through, but I chose right.
As much as I love my mother, I’ll never be like her.
The pack I chose is not only committed but their devotion and moral compass are things I can live with.
I just hope to God that they all come back safe and sound and that I actually get a chance to live the life I always dreamed of… with them.
The plan isloose as shit, and I hate it. All we truly needed to get the guys to open their eyes was Leon’s voicemail, the paper trail from the fallout of the other chapters, and the confirmation from a few of the Omegas after showing them the Prez’s picture, whom they immediately recognized.
It disgusted everyone that the man we followed could do this. If he could hurt his own children, his own chapters, what’s to say he wouldn’t hurt them?
Everyone is ready for battle, especially Cash. The look on his face is menacing and I understand why he didn’t tell Lily everything he did that night we got her back. We left that little tidbit out when we spoke to Lily on Cash’s request. Considering what he did to those poor motherfuckers, it makes sense. There’sa side of himself that he wants to protect Lily from, and I respect that. She can keep thinking he’s the sweet, quiet one, even if he is the most demented of the three of us.
We’re bonded by our club and the need to protect it. Even if it means protecting it from the man who gave it to us in the first place, gave us somewhere to belong. No one fuckin’ hurts my girl and gets away with it. It’s probably fucked up that it’s my main motivator, but I don’t give a shit.
I hate that we’re leaving Lily behind, that the odds are against us, and that we even have to do this shit.
But it has to be done.
Not only to give Lily peace but for all of us. This club has been our home and salvation for most of our adult lives, and we’ve all just found out that it’s built on a fuckin’ lie.
Part of me thinks Kurt liked the feeling he got from being in charge of both clubs. With the Wraiths he has money and power, but with the Dead Palms, he has devotion and a true sense of family. The greedy motherfucker wanted his cake and to eat it too, not giving a shit about who he hurt along the way.
The two clubs aren’t the same, and I’m assuming the power got to him; that he finally had enough of his double life. Or maybe the Wraiths were putting pressure on him, I don’t know. But I imagine we’re gonna find out soon.
None of it matters, not really. All that matters is he took my fuckin’ girl. I want to throw up when I think about all the possibilities of what he intended to do with her. Was he truly going to sell her? Or did he do all of this to teach his stepchildren a lesson; the lesson that they need to fall in line or he will make them fall?
He’s got to go, along with the Wraiths and anyone in the Dead Palms who betrayed the brotherhood.
Our plan is to take Kurt out first, to cut the head of the snake before dealing with the rest. The Wraiths have more members,but with Kurt no longer at the helm, there will be a mad scramble for structure before they can retaliate.
Cleaning up shop is easier said than done.
Kurt’s not a fuckin’ moron. He had to know about the warehouse. Though we left no survivors, he has to suspect it was us. There’s a reason he searched the warehouse first, and why he went back today.
The main advantage we have over them is Cash’s cameras. I’m so thankful for that paranoid fuck. Even if I don’t like that he’s bonded with Lily in a way I can’t.
At least she’smywife. Neither of them can take that away from me.
“He’s goin’ to be on high alert,” Tate points out, leaning over Cash’s shoulder as we watch the Prez and his chosen men roll back up to the club.
“We need to take him out first,” Cash states. “Once he’s out, we’ll see who tucks their tail between their legs in shame and who had no clue. You know the guys who are unaware will be shocked by his death and the others won’t.”
“Do we know who else might be on our side?” Tate asks.
“Blaze, Heath, Jay, Torn, and all the new patch overs,” Mickey answers confidently.
