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“I love Solomon. All of him.”
“We know that, Sunny,” Logic muttered. “But you’ve never seen him unhinged. You never witnessed the lengths he will go to, the destruction he can cause, the violent nature that lives within him. Solomon is really good at keeping a tight rein on his darker side, but now that he’s off the leash, we don’t know who will return. The man you love or the Sandman himself.”
“Solomon was sixteen when he came to live with us. We all knew the kid didn’t have the best life. He showed signs of mental and physical abuse,” Indigo said. “It was my job to learn everything I could about the kid. I knew what I was going to find when I learned the bike he rode belonged to Travis McNamara.”
“You mean Toxic, right?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Indigo nodded. “Perfect name for that bastard, too. Travis McNamara is a pedophile, Sunny. Plain and simple. He was sixteen when local authorities arrested him for raping a twelve-year-old girl. Because he was technically a minor himself, the judge sent him to juvenile detention. What we think happened is some stupid judge expunged his records when he freed Travis at eighteen. That bastard walked away with a clean slate. But a leopard can’t change his spots.”
“Though Solomon has never confirmed anything, we believe Travis McNamara raped, sodomized and physically and mentally abused Solomon when he was living at the compound in Florida,” Logic carefully said as I slowly shook my head.
No.
Not my Solomon.
“He still carries all the warning signs of an abused child. Coupled with his autism...”
“Wait,” I gasped. “You know!”
Logic nodded. “Yeah. My nephew is autistic. Saint, our lieutenant, has a brother who is autistic. We know the signs and though Solomon was older, his mannerisms, speech, body language, even the way he thinks, all pointed in that direction.”
“If you knew back then, why didn’t you get him help?”
Indigo chuckled. “You ever try making Solomon do something he doesn’t want to do?”
I smirked at that.
He had a point.
My Solomon never did anything he didn’t want to do.
“Anyway,” Logic said. “We believe that when Solomon goes dark and lets the Sandman out, his mind reverts to that little boy and it’s his way of fighting back when he couldn’t. Solomon’s mind isn’t like ours. Instead of getting the services and help he needed, he was born into a life not of his choosing. He adapted to his surroundings, watching and learning from those around him.”
“But he’s much more than that. He’s kind, loving, gentle.”
“He is with you and Soleil. We’ve seen him interact with the other women and children. He adores them. But with the brothers, he is standoffish, reserved, always watching. Almost as if he’s waiting for them to mess up so he can kill them. Solomon doesn’t trust men, Sunny. He never will. Not after what this club and Toxic did to him. He may wear the colors and fight for the club but listen to me carefully. He is only here to protect the women and children.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked softly.
“Because when he comes home, and he will, you need to be prepared. Right now, the threat to you still exists, so Solomon is out there removing that threat. Like Reaper, he will stop at nothing to ensure your safety. It’s when the threat is gone that Solomon will have to digest what’s he’s done. When he killed those seven men back in Florida, he took off, escaped into the void. He never stayed in one place very long, preferring to camp under the stars instead of a motel room. That’s where we found him. Camping in the woods not far from our clubhouse. He was still skittish and resistant, but he’d been on the road for months by then.”
“That’s why you stayed, because you’re not sure what state he will be in when he comes home. You think he will still be volatile?”
“For lack of a better word, yeah.” Indigo nodded.
“Then he needs a place to decompress. A safe place where he can be close to us, but far enough away that he can set things right in his mind again. Something he’s used to,” I said, looking at his tree across the field. “And I know just what to do for him.”
“You want us to do what?” Bullseye asked, confused.
“I want you to build Solomon a tree house.”
“Why in the hell would we do that?” Massacre asked, laying the hammer in his hands on a workbench. “He’s your husband. He can live with you.”
Shaking my head, I was getting annoyed.
They weren’t getting it.
“No. Solomon isn’t in his right mind right now. He’s off killing and doing other stuff. When he comes home, he will need a place that is just his. A place where he feels safe, but close enough to us.”
