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I nodded, sliding my panties back on and going in search for a pair of pants. “Hey Reign...”
“Yeah babe?”
“What happened to my parents?”
He turned back to me, slipping he feet into his boots whilst pulling a black tee over his head. “Honestly, dunno,” he said, shrugging, reaching for his cut and putting it on. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” I said, taking the hand he was offering me and following him out into the main room.
It looked like everyone was inside, save for the probates who were outside on guard still.
This was what they called “church”.
And I could tell a lot of the men weren't happy about me, Repo, Janie, and Lo being a part of it. But Reign didn't give them a chance to complain.
He just launched right into it.
“Today, with Lo and her people and Richard Lyon and his people,” he started, and that was news to me. I didn't think my dad had any people left. “We went into V's territory and took Summer back. Wolf got shot,” he said, nodding his head at Wolf who looked no worse for wear, holding a beer, the bleeding on his face and thigh stopped. “But we had no casualties. Lo,” he said, nodding at her.
“We had none either. Though Lyon lost three men. You father,” she said, looking toward me, “has your mother. He promised she wouldn't receive the kind of treatment you did, but that he needed to keep her from reclaiming her place and going after all of us again. That being said, we aren't safe. Down goes one skin trader, up must come another. Things are gonna get violent with the contenders. Though they won't likely come after either of our operations. They'll be too busy trying to kill each other.”
Okay. So Dad had Mom. That was... well, it wasn't good. It was slightly better that he didn't plan to torture her. But, then again, for V... being under his thumb again... that was it's own kind of torture.
“Yo, let's have a hero's welcome,” someone said from the door.
Everyone stopped talking, turning to look at the newcomers.
And there was an older man, pushing a younger, battered one in the door. There were whoops and claps.
I looked past the bruises.
And my heart started pounding hard. My stomach twisted in a knot.
Because it was Flee.
Before I could even think it through, I reached down toward the coffee table where half a dozen guns were piled, somehow finding the one I had used earlier, slipping off the safety and pointing it.
The noise fell.
As did Flee's face when he saw me.
“Summer, the fuck you doin'?” Reign's voice found me.
I ignored him. “You don't belong here,” I told Flee, my voice venomous. Traitor. He was a fucking traitor. Reign once told me that there was nothing worse to have in your organization.
“Summer...” Cash's voice pitched in.
My eyes slid to Reign. “He was the reason I got kidnapped,” I told him, watching his face get tight. My eyes slid to Vin. “We were watching TV, remember?” I said to him and he nodded. “Flee came in and asked if I wanted to take a walk. I thought he had a crush. I didn't want to be a bitch. So I went. He led me out toward the side of the compound and then... and then one of my father's men got to me. Duct taped my mouth. Cuffed me. Flee ran through the hole in the fence and then Repo saw me. And then...” I shook my head, looking at Repo, my eyes sad. “I did the wrong thing. I should have ran inside for help while you fought him. I shouldn't... Well, oh well. It's done. I jumped him to get him off Repo and then I was pulled through the fence. Lee, my dad's guy, stopped the car after a while and beat up Flee so no one would suspect him.”
“The fuck?” Wolf exploded, the boom of his voice enough to make everyone start.
And then I wasn't the only one with a gun.
But it wasn't Wolf who picked one up.
It was Repo.
“Look at her face, you fuck!” he exploded. “You did that. Weren't your fists, but it might as fuckin' well have been.”
Flee tried to retreat, but the man behind him blocked his way, looking as angry as, suddenly, everyone around me looked.
Okay.
Not good.
I was pretty sure everyone had enough violence for the day.
I needed to fix it.
“Repo,” I said, my voice soft. “Put the gun down.”
“The mother fucker deserves to...”
“Put the gun down,” I said, nearing a shout. His eyes slipped to me, watching me for a minute, before his hand went down.
“Babe...” Reign's voice said behind me.
“Don't 'babe' me right now. I'm trying to fix this. Okay. We're not gonna shoot you,” I said to Flee and could swear I heard Reign chuckle.
“Like hell,” Wolf said, his tone low and scary.
I sighed. “I think there's been enough blood today, don't you?” I asked, looking at him. Pleading him silently to let it drop. His eyes held mine, then his shoulder shrugged.
“Go back to my father...” someone started to object. A man I wasn't familiar with. I lifted a brow at him, then turned back to Flee. “Go back to my father,” I repeated. “Tell him to keep his nose out of Henchmen business. That if we find out there's another of his men in this compound, I will shoot them myself. You got that?”
Flee's head was nodding.
“Good. Now get the hell out of here. I was promised pizza and I haven't eaten in two fucking days.”
I put the safety back on and put the gun back on the table.
I turned to find Reign smirking at me, Cash out and out grinning.
“Shoot um yourself, huh?” Reign asked.
“I'm getting pretty good at shooting people,” I said, shrugging.
At this, there was laughter.
And I even joined in.
I caught, out of the corner of my eye, Wolf's eyes find Reign's. And Reign did a simple badass chin lift and Wolf was storming out the door. I pretended to not know what that meant.
