Page 119 of Disturbed Lucidity

“Get him the fuck out of here.”

Trash nodded, quickly moving fast while I turned to the next door.

Standing before the last door, I listened, not hearing anything. I touched the handle and it turned slightly.

It was locked.

Not thinking, I kicked the door open, then rolled into the room with my gun raised, checking behind the door first. There wasn’t anyone in the room, but I had a feeling I was missing something. I looked around the small room. My eyes landed on a man lying on the floor, a bullet hole in his head while he laid next to a gynecological table.

Solomon and Malice rushed into the room.

“Where the fuck is my sister?”

“Dad?” my son whispered.

Shaking my head, I held up a finger to silence them when I heard a noise coming from a door across the room. Raising my Glock, I carefully walked over and opened the door.

Devlin Scott had the barrel of a gun pointed straight at Ivy’s head.

Looking at me was a set of sterling silver, wide-open, scared eyes. Her black hair looked a mess as it covered most of her chest area. She had her hands tied behind her and a gag in her mouth. She was filthy, bloody from several cuts and bruises.

“Let her go,” I sneered, my gun pointed right at him.

Only I didn’t have a shot.

The fucking coward was hiding behind his own fucking daughter.

The sick son of a bitch laughed. “Well, this is a glorious day. Hello, Son. So glad you could join me. Would you like a turn? She’s perfectly trained, like you.”

Malice growled, his finger tight on the trigger.

“Not gonna tell you again,” I seethed, my eyes glued to Ivy’s as she silently pleaded with me to kill him. With no shot, the only way was to shoot her and that was something I fucking refused to do.

The comm in my ear crackled.

“Sorry, Prez.” I clearly heard Elvis say. “There is no other way.”

Dropping my gun, I reached out and screamed, ‘NO!’ when a bullet whizzed through the air. Devlin Scott’s body flinched, seconds before blood erupted out of Ivy’s chest, her eyes closing as she and her father slowly fell to the ground.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Luc

Two months later,

“Got word from Law and his crew. The Trick Pony is no more. They are still working with local authorities to help bring down all of Devlin Scott’s associates. It’s going to be months before they can arrest and uncover everyone who’s been associated with the bastard, but Law is confident they will get them all,” Frost explained, sitting next to me.

My brother was still walking around in a boot, but like the others, he was healing slowly. Pyle and ALF were the only ones left still bedridden because of their injuries, but Logic and Dr. Lansing assured me they, too, would heal.

“The Soulless Sinners?”

“Well, after Reaper shot Montana in the leg, I’d say we won’t be seeing them anytime soon.” Saint grinned, shaking his head.

Smirking to myself, I still couldn’t believe Reaper didn’t hesitate after the dust settled to put a bullet in Montana Stone. Far as I was concerned, the fucker got off lucky after everything he’d done. If it were me, I wouldn’t have stopped until he fucking cried.

“Malice is still calling regularly. He said if he doesn’t get an answer soon, he’s coming for another fucking visit.”

Groaning, I rolled my eyes.

---