Talking shit may be his strong suit, but Kendra keeps him in line. I'd be surprised if she wasn't just as deranged as he is. It's always the cheerful, pretty ones that have a sadistic side that you never see coming. It makes me wonder how sadistic of a side Lilly has. She's never shied away from any of the bad I've ever done. None that she's seen me do, anyway.
She's watched me shoot a man in cold blood in front of her face and barely flinched. Does that make her just as capable as me? Who knows. But what I do know is that she can find the justification in just about anything. Especially in cases like this. I don't think I'll ever tell her exactly what went on here today. I'll spare her the gory details because I can't handle her staring at me like I've lost my fucking mind. I know that what we've done isn't "right" in the eyes of society. But I don't give a fuck about the eyes of society. This is what's right in my world. This is justice. This is justified.
"Hey, I've got a request," I say to Reaper on the way back to the house.
"Anything," he answers.
"Don't clean up. I'll have one of my guys come get him. He'll be put on display for his little buddies so that way the message gets across loud and clear to all of them."
Reaper nods. "Fuck yeah. I'll have them bag him and get him ready for transport. Let me know who to expect, what time, and what they'll be driving."
"I'll call you with details when I have them. Scott, let's go home."
Chapter Sixteen
Lilly
Cass didn't say much after he got home yesterday. We spent the day in bed, taking naps off and on, and making love. It was a wonderful escape from the hell that has been our reality for so long. Cass had said with finality that this was over, but there was this feeling in the pit of my stomach that there was still something lurking, waiting for us to relax just to get the drop on us. Maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on me. Maybe I haven't felt truly safe since Cass and I had first started dating, before I was kidnapped the first time. Before all hell broke loose. Before there were multiple attempts made on my life.
"I hate that you have to leave again," I whisper, running my hands through the hair on Cass's chest. We're lying in bed, naked alone, and I've been soaking in every minute of this day.
"I do, too. If I didn't have to, I wouldn't," he sighs.
"Let me come with you. I can stay at the club house and I won't be in the way. I'll reach out to Lawsyn or Violet or Nova. You won't even know I'm there," I plead, looking up at him.
Cass looks like he wants to argue me on the issue, but I protest before he has the chance. "I will be out of sight, out of mind."
He sighs heavily and a small grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Okay."
"Okay?!" I shriek, unsure if I'm dreaming or if he's really going to let me go with him.
"Can I bring Buddy, too?" I ask.
"OKC has a rule about no dogs at the clubhouse," he says nonchalantly.
"They still allow Digger in there, so it mustn't be a firm rule," I chime.
Cass's genuine laughter makes my heart fill with joy. I love this man entirely too fucking much. "I'm telling him you said that," he says, still laughing.
"I'll tell him my damn self," I giggle, sitting up in the bed. I pull on Cass's t-shirt and it hangs just below the curve of my ass cheeks. I open the closet door and begin tossing a few items of clothing inside, starting with underwear and then my comfy shorts and leggings. I don't know how long we'll be there and I don't care.
"I'll call Mom and see if she can come stay with Buddy while we're gone," I yell from the closet.
I turn around and Cass is standing two feet from me, wincing at how loud I yelled at him. I cackle, loudly and unattractively, because I didn't mean to yell in his ear.
"Sounds good!" he yells back, making me cover my ears with my hands while doubling over laughing.
He's wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. I stare at him, eye-fucking him in the closet. My eyes dance across all of the features of his that I love the most. The silver necklace dangling around his neck. The hair on his chest. The V that leads beneath his boxers. The tattoo on top of his hand. The smile on his face. My eyes scan to his wrist, looking for his bracelet that I conned him into buying just for my viewing pleasure. My brows furrow when I find his wrist bare.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"Your bracelet. Where is it?" I ask, running my thumb over the rough skin of his wrist.
He hesitates for a moment before he speaks. "It broke on the side of the interstate."
Blood rushes to my face, anger rising to the surface. I am so mad that this even happened to him. Never in a million years did I think that this would happen. And now there are reminders that constantly plague me. I can't imagine how he feels. I know that his pride had to have been hurt, but I am fucking livid.
Cass is more capable than anyone I know of protecting himself. He isn't someone that people generally fuck with.
