Page 69 of Intertwined Souls

“It’s gone. The entire club is burned to the ground. There is barely anything standing. It looked old. Like it had been done months ago and no one has bothered to clean it up. So I went to see Rage—”

“You did what?” Richard shouts, interrupting me.

Rolling my eyes, I continue, “It wasn’t a big deal. I was careful with what I said. But I figured it was him. The slow bastard had finally figured out that David was around and took him out. Either that, or David taunted him in some way or did something stupid to get his hands on Harley.”

“And he just admitted to it?” Richard questions suspiciously.

I shake my head. “No. He denied it all and now the problem is, he wasn’t lying. He was being honest.”

“How could you possibly know that? Did you really think he would just admit to it?” Richard scoffs.

“No. But Rage has never been able to lie well, and he would have admitted to knowing where David was, but he didn’t. He really thought that David left the state to go to another one of the clubs after everything.”

Richard makes a face. “Don’t be naïve, Tammy. You don’t know him anymore. He’s probably fucking with you.”

Getting irritated, I march forward, closing the distance between us. “I fucking know enough about it. Rage can’t play games like his father did. He is weak. He’s a pussy. He wants to be the good boy. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Richard! I stood right in front of him today. I can only imagine what the little bitch has told him about her time here, and he didn’t do a damn thing! He just stood there like I was some old friend. He. Is. Weak,” I spit.

Richard raises his hands in front of him. “Alright, Tam, I believe you. You knew him much better than I ever did. So, why did you come in freaking out?”

Fuck, Richard had annoyed me enough that I forgot what the real problem is here. My heart starts racing, and I turn away from him, pacing the length of our living room. “Do you still have everything set up for us? For an emergency?”

“Yes. Why? What’s going on?” he presses.

Stopping, I clench my fists at my sides and stare my husband in the eyes, knowing that this changes everything. “He’s back,” I whisper.

Richard looks momentarily lost before his eyes widen in recognition. “But why?”

Shaking my head, I begin pacing again. “I don’t know, and now isn’t the time to question it.”

He was gone. He promised to stay gone after everything happened. Six years later and he’s back. Fucking David must have done something to piss him off to draw him out of hiding long enough to kill David and take down his warehouse.

Shivers race down my spine as I think about what this could mean and what he may have planned. Did he find out what I did? Fuck.

“Alright, well, we can prepare while we wait for Tabby to get home from school. She’s not going to be happy,” Richard sighs.

Stopping in my tracks, I make the decision to protect myself and my husband. The man who has been by my side through everything. The one who matters the most. He may have never been part of my plan at the start, but now he has become my partner.

We do everything together, and I would trust him with anything and everything. We will survive this.

“Do we still have any more of the sedative that we used on Harley?” I ask.

“I believe so. Probably in the basement stash.”

“Good. We are going to need it.” I grin. “I’m going to call the annoying little bitch and let her know what’s going on and that plans are changing.”

“Wait, should we tell her? I mean, we are already really pushing our luck there. What if she doesn’t agree with this?” Richard panics, running a hand through his messy hair.

Sighing, I plop down on the couch and kick my heels off. “I can be convincing, don’t worry about it. She’ll do what we tell her to, the dumb fucking cunt,” I laugh.

Chapter Seventeen

Harley

Grayson and I sit together holding onto each other for a few more minutes before we both get up and leave the room.

When we got home and Gabe immediately pulled us into the kitchen where a few of the others were, he filled us in. Hearing that Tammy came here, that they all saw her and talked to her, scared the shit out of me.

I didn’t really know how to process it. I feel like I’ve always been mentally preparing for her to show up eventually, and I’m kind of glad I wasn’t here. I don’t know if I’m ready to face her yet, even though I’m sure that day is coming sooner rather than later.

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