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It wasn’t too much of a surprise that they got here this fast.
The Valley compound was only a few miles away, down a long dirt road intended to deter anyone trying to get in, and make it almost impossible for anyone who ever thought about trying to get the hell out.
It also wasn’t a surprise when three men piled out of the vehicle, all holding large guns.
And on the fifth day, God created semi-automatic weapons.
“I think it’s probably a good idea if you keep driving,” one of the men announced. “T-take your business elsewhere.” The way his voice cracked made me instantly realize that maybe ‘men’ wasn’t the correct term. The longer I studied them, the easier it was to make out the nervous shuffle and the shaking hands. These were just fucking teenage boys. Children soldiers. That was the level those bastards had sunk to.
“My business is here,” I countered, walking toward him. “But not with you. I’m looking for someone a little higher up the food chain.”
The kid who spoke shook his head furiously, his eyes growing a little wider with each step I took toward him, knowing he wasn’t going to do a damn thing to stop me. “No. You cannot… I mean… you need to leav—”
I grabbed the gun, yanking it hard out of his hands and turning it on him, pressing the barrel to the middle of his forehead. The other two boys froze, looking between each other, unsure what the fuck to do because they’d never been trained to face someone like me.
Someone who was less afraid of the gun in their hands than they were, and far more likely to pull the goddamn trigger. “Listen, kid,” I started slowly as my brothers disarmed the other two boys without a single objection. “What’s your name?”
He swallowed hard, his bottom lip trembling. “Ja—” He stopped and cleared his throat. “James.”
“Okay, James,” I said slowly. “I just want to have a couple of words with someone who can pass a message on to Prophet Andrew. I know you’ve already called them, so we’re just gonna stand here and wait.”
“You can not—”
I redirected the gun at the building behind me, pulled the trigger, and filled the brick with a flurry of bullets.
James stumbled back into the truck, his eyes wide like saucers.
“You keep talking, and the next bullet I fire is going through your head. And I would rather not have your blood on my hands while conducting this meeting. You know, out of respect and all that.” I pressed his lips closed, and he continued to stare at me with wide eyes while one of his buddies, the one with Cain, began to sniffle.
These teen boys weren’t the only people coming. They were merely the first, the closest. These were the ones they were willing to sacrifice. Send them in first—the assholes.
The people I wanted to see were the men who probably handed this kid a gun and told him to shoot first and ask questions later, like taking someone’s life wouldn’t be traumatizing for a teenager if you were doing it in the name of God.
The loud rev of engines growing louder let me know I was exactly right.
The cavalry had been called in.
Two oversized trucks bumped over the curb and into the small parking lot we sat in the center of and jerked to a hard stop a few feet away. These machines were so fucking opposite to the run-down pickup the teens had shown up in.
And just so happened to be the same trucks I’d seen outside the clubhouse after Grace was taken.
None of it was a shock.
That was until the guys in the trucks climbed out, and one stepped ahead of the rest.
“Isaac,” I stated through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to close the space between us and fucking destroy him. “Why am I not surprised to see you’ve finally taken your rightful place as Andrew’s little bitch.”
He didn’t even flinch.
“You are not welcome here,” he stated, his voice even and robotic. There was no emotion behind those eyes, despite the angry way in which they were narrowed. “Best you leave, Brother.”
Like fucking hell.
Isaac and I may share blood, but he was not my brother.
He proved that a long time ago when he almost got me killed by telling Prophet Andrew I was questioning the teachings. Where my club brothers would take a bullet for me, Isaac would be the one holding the smoking gun.
I let the large weapon hang at my side as I stepped toward him. “I heard you dragged my sister off to a prayer house, kicking and screaming.”
