“You cold?” Patch asks, noticing the chill that ran over me.
“No. Just thinking.”
“Stop thinkin’, or I’ll fuck it out of you,” he says.
“Is that a promise?” I ask. He winks at me, and everything else just seems to fade away.
The pain is still there. What they did to us is still raw and real, but I think this is us moving past that. This is us moving forward.
“You know I’d fuck you anytime you ask,” he tells me. I know he would. And he has. Over the last week, we’ve had more sex than we did before this shit happened. It’s been amazing.
“If you can stop fuckin’ each other long enough to listen, we have an issue,” Kal announces as we all sit around in the main room. I don’t like the sound of that either.
“What’s the issue?” Ban asks.
“Alan is missin’. He hasn’t been home or at his parents'. We’ve had people watchin’ for him.”
“Where the hell could that little piss ant go?” Jimmy chimes in, making me smile.
“I was wonderin’ if Anika had any insight on that,” Kal says, looking to me.
“I honestly don’t know. He would always run home to his mom when we’d fight,” I tell them.
“We can always assume he’s with the Ryders.”
“That’s what we’re thinkin’ too. I think now’s the time to move. When they’re all in one place,” Kal says.
“I want them alive,” Patch chimes in. His hand grips mine harder.
“I know you do, but there are bound to be casualties.”
“But I want the majority of them alive,” Patch reminds them. Kal nods his head, agreeing with what he said.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask Patch. His fingers stay gripping mine as he turns to face me.
“I’m sure about this. I won’t let it go. Not until I know they can never hurt anyone again,” he tells me.
“Okay.”
“Okay? You’re not gonna give me shit about it?”
“He raped me.”
“And he’ll die for that,” he says, surely.
“He’s done this before,” I tell him. There’s no way he hasn’t, and the fact that Patch said they were involved in trafficking just makes it worse.
“They have.”
“Then I’m okay with it,” I tell him, although the thought still turns my stomach. I don’t know how anyone could ever be okay with killing another, but I’ve come to understand his reasoning. Patch leans over and kisses me quickly before looking back at Kal.
“When are we movin’?”
“Tonight. I’ve got eyes on their clubhouse now. We’re assumin’ Alan is in there, but if not we don’t mind a good hunt,” Storm says with a sick grin. I’ve heard all about him, and the things I’ve heard were not good.
“Let’s do it then. Wrap shit up here and let’s start gettin’ ready,” Kal tells the room. The guys all agree, and the girls all stand and begin to move around again.
“I thought we weren’t allowed to know these things?” I ask Patch.
