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“That’s okay. You can take your time to get over this, but I have to finish this. You two are going to the SBMC clubhouse. Smokey made arrangements for you two. He has a house set up on his compound just for us,” I inform her. She nods her head, still crying, as she holds Axel against her chest.
“Mommy is okay, right?” he asks softly.
“Mommy’s okay. She just needs to cry a little bit, okay? Can you let her do that?”
“Yeah, I can.”
“Good boy. That’s daddy’s good boy.”
“Daddy?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you coming back?”
“I’ll always come back, Axel. Always.” He nods his head as I help Kyla to her feet. I lead them into the living room and around the dead bodies before ushering her out the door and toward the truck. Smokey and Draven both wait near the truck, ready to take them back to the clubhouse.
“Keep them safe,” I order the two of them. They both nod their heads.
“I’m sendin’ a few of the guys with you. The rest are on guard duty around the house we set up for you.”
“You don’t know how much I appreciate this, Smokey.”
“You’ve always done us right, Mystic. It’s the least I can do for you and your old lady.” I nod my thanks and drop another kiss on Kyla’s head before ushering her into the truck with Axel. She doesn’t let him go, and I didn’t figure she would.
I stand back and watch as the truck takes off with the rest of my life inside.
“She’s gonna be fine,” Psycho declares as he slaps a hand on my shoulder.
“I know she is.”
“Smokey won’t let anything happen to them,” Ruger assures me. I nod my head. I know he wouldn’t. He would lay his life down for her and my son. We all know that much.
“Let’s finish this.”
“Hell yeah, let’s do it,” Mayhem adds. We round up the other guys, and I climb into my truck. The rest are on their bikes, ready to handle whatever comes our way.
We pull out, and I follow behind a few guys with the rest behind me. The guys ride through the streets like they own the goddamn place, and maybe they do. This must be what it feels like to ride with them.
I enjoy the calm and peaceful feeling of riding around with them like this. There’s a sense of contentment.
Shaking my head, I refocus on what’s happening around me as we pull up to the house. I’m nervous he won’t be here. I’m afraid of what I might find when I get inside. I know Kyla is safe now, so that fear shouldn’t be present, but I still feel it.
I climb out of the truck, armed and ready. I used to live for this shit as a SEAL. We walk up to the front doors without fear before kicking the door in. Shots are fired immediately. We return fire and force our way inside when I see him. Kyla’s father. He rushes up the stairs, and I call for the guys to cover me.
I take off, running toward the steps and up them. This kill is mine. There is no other way for him to die but by my hand.
I see the end door close as I round the banister. I walk slowly and carefully before reaching the door and kicking it in. There he stands with a gun of his own in his hand.
“You.”
“It’s me,” I say as I aim my gun at his head.
“You just don’t go away, do you? Like a thorn in my side,” he growls.
“You’ve been on my mind for five fucking years. Five of the longest years of my life.”
“It was nothing personal.” He is almost dismissive of what he did to me. I step closer to him.
