We watch as the Prez storms into his house; he stays in there for a few minutes before leaving… alone.
Tate lets out a sigh of relief, but I know we’re both not looking forward to what we have to do next.
We all know the exact promises we made to our Omega, and they were loose at best.
It takes some time for the club to pack up and head out. We all know where they’re going and we have time. The plan is in place; Maverick and Doc will be keeping tabs and letting us know where everyone is.
Mickey, Atlas, and Cash are following the club while Tate and I handle this next step. Neither of us looking forward to this shit.
“You sure you don’t need me there?” Cash asks Tate.
“We’ll handle it,” Tate replies.
Part of me wonders if the reason he doesn’t want Cash there is that he’s worried he would snap and make a hasty decision. I’m wondering if Tate shouldn’t be there for the same reason. Dread is more of a father to him than the Prez ever was. Is this a choice he can follow through with?
“Let us know when you’ve got ‘em,” Tate orders Cash.
Cash smacks Tate’s shoulder before smacking mine. We’re all wearing Dead Palms cuts, we’re taking our club back tonight just as much as we’re exacting revenge.
“Let’s go,” Tate declares.
We haveto climb the fence, which is a complete motherfucker, but we can’t afford to be seen on the cameras or set off any alarms by entering our code.
The only people left on the compound are a few sweet butts, Dread, and Teresa. Everyone else is on the road, headed right where we want them.
We go around the back way, climbing the roof and going through Lily’s bedroom window. Apparently, I’m not the only one who’s snuck in here a few times before. We’re as quiet as we can be, but it’s hard with how much of a mess her room is. Shit’s still thrown everywhere from her packing up her shit.
We both have our guns drawn as we go down the stairs.
I was expecting to have to pull Dread and Teresa from their bedroom, but they both sit together at the worn dining table. Teresa holds Dread's hand on top of the wood and Dread has his own weapon in the other hand in a relaxed position on the table.
“Son, take a seat,” Dread says.
Tate looks over at me in confusion, and I just shrug, pulling out a chair across the pair. Teresa looks sad, but not she-just-lost-her-son level of sad.
Fuck.
“Do you know why we’re here?” Tate asks him.
“I’m not stoppin’ you, son, he needs to be taken out,” Dread responds calmly. Teresa whips her head to look at her bonded Alpha.
“What?” she asks in shock.
Thank God, she didn’t fuckin’ know… well, at least not the most sordid parts.
“Did you know?” Tate asks.
“Which part?” Dread asks, and I can tell Tate wants to punch him in the fuckin’ face.
Tate looks over at Teresa, and she looks back at him with pleading eyes.
“Did you know he took Lily and Shelby?” Tate clarifies.
“What?” Teresa squeaks before Dread can answer.
“He said he had nothin’ to do with that,” Dread answers.
“What about Leon?” Tate questions.
