“The men in this room are all dead, while we’re not,” she says. “It doesn’t sound like we’re the ones in danger.”
“She’s fine,” I rasp to Lexi as I stop to leave her with Aiden.
“Fine is always relative when it comes to Silva. She will always minimize her pain levels,” she says, putting her ear piece back in.
“You’re right,” I admit, deciding to check for myself now that we all have the ability to talk to her.
“Need anything, Spitfire?” I ask her, careful to watch my six as I walk toward the basement’s entrance, where they’ll be taking Gideon.
There’s hesitation on her end for a moment, which makes me frown. How can I tell her that I’ll do literally anything for her? So many of my morals are going up in smoke just by being here, because what has happened to her and the Widows makes me want to burn the world down.
These are good fucking omegas, just trying to find their way in a cruel world. Justice isn’t always pretty or fair in this world, something that’s always pissed me off.
There is too much red tape, and never enough action. Tonight, the burden of proof lies firmly on the words of the victims and the blood of their abusers will flow. I’ll make sure of it.
“Ah, how far does ‘anything’ go?” Silva asks, her voice filled with venom.
“It means the solar system is the limit, baby girl,” I say honestly. There’s absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
“I want Viv and Beth if they’re alive.”
Smirking, I let Kyren control the conversation as I see a woman with brown hair running for the back door to escape. Stretching my neck from side to side, I smile cruelly as I take off after her.
Whatever my girl wants, is what she gets.
Harlan
Gazing at the bodies strung up in front of me in the basement, I smile grimly as I help Kyren line up toys for the omegas to play with. I found Izzy’s bag outside, and there’s a hand saw inside, as well as pliers and an electric branding iron so they can join the afterlife with their sins marked on their skin.
You can find anything on the internet, and Izzy had a field day ordering things.
The basement looks as if it’s a dumping ground for maintenance tools, and whoever gardens in the warmer months left all their shit here. It works really well when we happen to also find a car battery and cables.
Gideon is still passed out, while Beth and Viv glare down at us with venom in their eyes.
“I don’t think these women know how fucked their situation is,” I say lazily, picking up a forked pick. The gardener won’t need that again any time soon. “Who wants to show them?”
“I have some aggression to work out,” Briar murmurs, taking it from me. I noticed on the comms that she’s been very quiet and withdrawn. She’s done what’s necessary and hasn’t been chatty.
Now I can see it’s because she’s angry.
The Widows have all removed their facial coverings since the material is stifling, and Viv and Beth are breathing harder as they see Briar’s wicked smile.
“That’s for refusing us human decency,” she snarls, lifting the pick and driving it into Beth’s ribs. There’s no reason for her to be careful, and it’s unlikely that any of her tenderizing blows will be a death sentence.
“Anyone want to help?” I ask mildly, picking up a mallet. It’s light but packs a punch.
“Lexi and I can have a go at it,” Aries says, pulling Lexi aside.
Lexi hasn’t been able to stop staring at her sister. I can understand why since her cheek is beginning to bruise, and she’s favoring her ribs.
“Hey,” I murmur, tugging her to me. “Are we accepting hugs yet?”
“Gentle hugs only, please,” Silva says. “My ribs might be bruised.”
“Okay,” I say mildly, bending over to hug her carefully. I refuse to make a big deal about this when it’s clear that she’s fighting through the present Gideon left with his fists. “Will you accept painkillers to dull the pain?”
“God yes,” she says gratefully. “How else can I join in with inflicting the pain if everything makes it hurt to breathe?”
