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Chapter Thirty-Six
Travis
“Hey,” Fuzz says, nodding to Kodiak and me as we join them outside of the barn on Kodiak’s property where Tate said they were hiding Evan and I stare at the door for a second, tempted to march in there and exact my revenge but instead, I look around the group.
“Where is Smith and Henn?”
Moose tips his head toward the barn. “Taking their frustrations out on Evan’s face. How’s Rowan?”
“In surgery but she should be okay,” Kodiak answers. “Evan didn’t hit anything vital when he stabbed her but her arm is broken and needs to be repaired.”
They all sigh in relief as Chance claps my shoulder, nodding. “Good to hear.”
“So, what are we going to do with this fucker?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest as I nod toward the barn. Storm sighs and scrubs his hand down his face before shaking his head.
“Not going to lie, but there is a very big part of me that wants to go in there and fucking break his face before I put a bullet in his skull.” He shakes his head again and clenches his fist. “He fucking shot at my wife and baby so it’s the least he fucking deserves.”
Kodiak nods. “I’m fucking with you, brother. I don’t even want to think about how close I was to losing my baby sister.”
Glancing around at all of them as they nod in agreement, I blow out a breath. I get it. I really fucking do and each time I think about finding Rowan under that tree, bleeding and on the verge of death, a red haze flashes across my vision. In those moments, all I want to do is grab a knife and make sure he knows how it feels to have it buried in his psychotic body. I want to rip him limb from limb but it isn’t us… isn’t who I am. The revelation slams into me full force and I shake my head, sucking in a breath.
“Should we really be discussing this in certain company?” Moose asks, tilting his head toward Rodriguez, who scoffs.
“No, y’all definitely should not be talking about this in front of me… except that I’m with you on this one. He killed my girl.”
“Hold up… this is not who we are. We don’t fucking kill people,” I say, my mind spinning as I try to keep up with the conversation. Are they really suggesting that we throw away all the work we’ve done to change this club and Blaze’s vision?
“Times change, Streak,” Chance says, glancing back at the barn. “Can we risk letting the justice system handle this? What if it all goes to trial and he’s found not guilty? Then he’s free to come after us again and this time, he might just succeed in destroying all of us.”
“Yeah, that’s not fucking happening,” Fuzz snaps, shaking his head as he clenches his jaw. Silence descends over us until Storm clears his throat and meets Rodriguez’s eye.
“What did the BOLO turn up? Is there anyone that is gonna come looking for this fucker?”
Rodriguez shakes his head. “No. He hasn’t checked in with his parole officer in weeks and all of his family is gone. I think everyone has just assumed that he ran off.”
“And what are we doing with Caleb and Jake?” Fuzz asks, fidgeting as he waits for an answer. The tension in the air is making me fucking antsy, too, and I just want to get this over with so I can get back to my girl.
“We found an apartment in their name after Zane revealed their involvement to us and we searched it earlier this evening. We found enough evidence of everything to charge them with the five murders and Veronica’s kidnapping so they will be arrested shortly.”
Fuzz arches a brow. “So, no one will care if Evan just disappears?”
“Hold the fuck up,” I seethe. “I can’t believe you fuckers are actually considering this. We don’t do shit like this and you know it.”
“We’ve never been in this spot before, Streak,” Storm says, flashing me a look of understanding before shaking his head. “I think the only thing we can do is put it to a vote.”
If this conversation is any indication, I know exactly how this vote will go and my stomach churns, memories that I’d rather keep buried flooding my mind.
“This is fucking insane,” I breathe, running my hand through my hair as Storm turns to the rest of the group and nods.
“If you’re in favor of ending this fucker here and now, say “yay” and if you want to hand him over to the authorities say “nay”.
“Nay,” I snap, still shocked that we’re even voting on this, as everyone else around me calls out “yay” and I shake my head. Even if Smith and Henn side with me, it won’t fucking matter because it will only be three to five. Looking at my brothers, I blow out a breath.
“I can’t fucking believe y’all.”
Storm claps my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Streak. It has to be done. You’re welcome to leave, though, if you want.”
“No,” I growl, shaking my head. “I don’t fucking agree with the decision one bit but the vote was fair and I’ll find a fucking way to live with it.”
