“GET THE FUCK OUT!” I chucked the gavel across the room and put a hole in the sheetrock. But it got my point across. I spun around in my chair and gave them my back. I couldn’t deal with anymore shit right now.
Cash shook his head and stood. “Come on, Nav. Leave him be.”
“What the fuck am I missing?” Firestride asked again.
“Ravage and King are brothers,” Eros explained as they left the room.
“Morpheus has two fucking kids?” Firestride asked.
“No, dumbass.” Indigo’s words faded as the door closed.
I closed my eyes and tipped my head back. I had enough shit going on already. Ravage could fuck off if he didn’t want anything to do with his family.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
I spun around when I heard Ravage’s voice. “I told you to get the fuck out.”
“Yeah, well, I was never good at doing what I was told. Probably had something to do with being abandoned by my parents.” He shrugged.
I snorted. Yeah, probably. Fuck knows, I didn’t listen much either. Maybe if I did, I’d know what the fuck Grace’s issue was. Then again, I couldn’t listen if she wouldn’t fucking talk to me.
“Well?”
“Just forget it.” I shook my head. “I’ll apologize to your woman. I didn’t mean to scare her.”
Ravage stood in his spot, studying me for a moment before turning to leave. As his hand hit the door to push it open, I asked, “What the fuck were you thinking?”
With an exaggerated sigh, Ravage turned back around and put his hands out at his sides. “You need to give me some fucking context here. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Do you have a fucking death wish? Is that why you were traipsing around in the fucking woods?”
“The serial killer,” he sighed.
“Yeah, the fucking serial killer. My brother’s wife is about to have his kid any fucking day, and he’s out in the woods protecting your dumb ass?”
“First of all, fuck you!” he snapped. “I don’t need someone to protect my ass. You don’t know any of the shit I’ve done to protect myself. The fucking people I’ve killed.”
“You walked into my clubhouse shot to shit. You’re real fucking good at protecting yourself.”
Ravage growled, and I smiled at him.
“I knew who I was fucking looking for. I could have gone after the motherfucker myself, but Karlyn won’t let me leave her fucking side.”
“You aren’t by her side now!” I said, throwing his excuses back at him.
“No, that fucking asshole she knew as a kid is with her. She hasn’t seen him in a fucking decade, and yet she’s fucking comfortable with him. But if he fucking touches her…”
“He won’t touch her,” I assured him. “My men can be trusted.”
“Really? Like your fucking president?”
“Like yours?” I shot back at him.
“Reaper has his faults, but he’s a good man.”
I scoffed. I wasn’t sure about Reaper given the latest information from Nav. He didn’t know Val was dead. How he responded would say a lot. Everyone knew the rumors. Knew how many men in his own club he’d killed—because he didn’t trust them.
“Look, the man we were after was Karlyn’s father. Well, we believed he was her father. Eros, Indigo, and Firestride were out there with us. We had every direction covered. The sheriff was never in any more danger than he is every day as a cop.”
