“She’s brainwashed. I didn’t tell her about Keefe. I didn’t think she could handle it. Is there a way Tierney can keep her safe?”
“It goes without saying that we are not going to mention this publicly, and if you do, I’ll deny it. You guys can make it so she disappears from view for a little while, right?”
“You mean kidnap her?” Savage asked.
“We can organise that. Call Tierney and have her bring her by. We’ll get her set up in the clubhouse and have a staged kidnapping later tonight,” Ace said.
I hated this, but it was for her own good. I knew the kind of lies that my father could spread, and how easy it was to want to believe him.
“What about Bran?”
“Can he really not be brought in and given a cut here?” Ace asked. “We can offer him safety for his family and a new job, a better way of living.”
I shook my head. “Bran was just as vicious as my father. The only reason he would have been caring for his kid was if his girlfriend took off again. He was abusing her at one point, I knew that.”
“Fuck.”
“Savage?”
“I’ll call Wolf. He’ll take care of it.”
He squeezed my hand under the table. Brogan looked down at his phone and back up at us.
“Tierney is almost here,” he said, pushing out of the booth. “She’s got Darby. I’ll let her know of the plan.”
I saw the nervousness in his stance as he headed outside. “Are they still on the outs with each other?”
Ace shrugged. “Orla has been trying, but it doesn’t appear to work. She’s still angry with him about his hours, and he won’t stop working.”
“But they so clearly love each other.”
“She wants him to stop being a cop in a corrupt office,” Bear said, coming over out of what appeared to be thin air. “I’m working on it. If I can, do you think we could offer him a position here?”
“Absolutely,” Ace said. “Without a doubt. He’s done more for us than most.”
Bear nodded and walked off.
He was a ninja. A fucking ninja.
TWELVE
Savage
Months Later
I stood to the side of the shed with Viper, a grin on my face as I watched Chains stretch his newly healed limbs. He held his weapon in his hand, making sure to drag the steel chains across the cement floor for added effect.
“I suspect you want this to end quickly now,” Chains said. “Too bad for you that I’ve been waiting months to get my hands on you, you pieceof filth.”
“I hear…” Neal tried to speak. “I hear I am to be… a gr-grandpa again.”
The sick smile on his face told us he was trying to push Chains to his limit. He wanted this to end quickly. Months and months of torture only to be healed by Morena to be tortured again was getting to him. It was only a fraction of what he deserved for the hell he put those girls through. Viper and I were enjoying the fear flash across his features as Chains took his time. He knelt beside Neal, draping the heavy chains around his neck and pulling. The pressure on his neck would have been cutting off his air supply.
“You’ll never be my kid’s grandpa,” he said, a sneer on his face. “Ace is grandpa. Both our kid and Mark will never know your name, or that you even existed. No one is going to remember you, because you will have no legacy. Which is going to be a shame, because your death will be the stuff of legends.”
Chains pulled the chain harder, choking Neal who wheezed and spluttered, his face turning bright red before the chains were released to let him breathe. He spluttered everywhere, heaving in deep breaths.
Chains chuckled.
