There you go, Symme.Nowthe Earth is pure.
Strong hands clasp my shoulders, and in an instant my hearing returns, like I’ve just woken from a deep sleep, the sounds around me crashing in.
Screams meet my ears, and I turn to see Maggie, distraught, her eyes trained on our lifeless mother, her hands reaching for her as Doxies hold her back.
“Talk to me, Angel.”
Ringo’s deep rasp draws my attention, and I blink through my falling tears to find his concerned expression, those dark eyes roaming over my face.
“I want Bobbi back now.” I sob, and his eyes melt with empathy.
“Of course, Angel. It’s time for her to come home."
34
The problem with killing is that afterwards, you have to get rid of the body. Multiply that by fucking eight, and things get a whole lot fucking harder.
After Abbey executed Banes and her mum, we held church and voted that getting rid of Tups, Spud, and Moore was best practice too, their bodies being added to the pile that included Smitty and Panda. We needed to clean shop and move the fuck on, so that’s what we did.
And then there was the man we lost who was guarding the shipping containers. We decided to put him on ice until we can arrange his funeral.
I know Abbey was eager to get Bobbi and Tahli back, but she was patient with me, understanding that we needed those loose ends tied up before I could leave.
In church we also voted on roles, since our leadership had just been wiped out.
JD was voted in as my VP, and Vender voted in to take on my old role as Sergeant-at-Arms, with Mex stepping in to take JD’s old role as Road Captain.
The role of Secretary was handed over to Murf, and I couldn’t be more fucking stoked about the team at my back.Myfucking team.
By the time all that got done, and we had a small celebration, night was falling, and my wife’s exhaustion matched my own. So we turned in early, ready for this day to be left behind.
Maggie has been giving my men hell. Abbey didn’t want her tied up, but we’ve had to resort to that since the little shit keeps attacking anyone that goes into the container she’s being held in.
We’ve agreed that a container will be made into a bungalow for Maggie as soon as possible. It’ll still be a jail cell, but Abbey wants her sister to be comfortable, hoping that over time, as she gets treated with care, that her sister will start to snap out of this rage she’s in.
I don’t know if it will work, but I’ll give my wife whatever the hell she wants.
“What time will they get here?” Abbey asks as we pull onto my property, my barn and home coming into view.
We haven’t been away from it for long, but everything feels different now.
Maybe because we aren’t in a constant state of flight. That’ll take some fucking time to get used to for everyone.
“Should be within the hour,” I tell her, glancing over at her and feeling my chest warm at the sight of the way her face lights up.
“Why do I feel so nervous?” she asks, those big caramel eyes going wide, and I smile.
“I don’t know, but I kinda feel the same. I guess we haven’t had a reprieve like this since we met.”
She nods, the tips of her teeth making an appearance as she chews on her lip.
“What’s running through that head of yours, Angel?”
She grins, almost mischievously. “How sore are you?”
My lips slowly spread wide at her question, knowing exactly where this is going.
“Not too sore to fuck my wife if that’s what you’re getting at.”
