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“I guess.”

He smirked then scaled the ladder he was perched on. “Penelope, Laura and Callie would like to send a message along to you that roughly states if you don’t contact them by today, they will begin tearing the town apart in search of you, which will include calling in the aid of any and all motorcycle club allies.”

I snorted, imagining who drafted that little text. I did need to check in with them…they had to be so worried about me. I just disappeared.

Silas was down, walking along the trees with me, while carrying that bucket, so I turned to join him.

“Would that include yours? We going to talk about what you did, or how Fable was able to get to you, or better question, how you got out of the chair?”

His hand found mine as the quiet in the trees seemed to settle around us. It was so tranquil and perfect.

Finally, Silas took a deep breath and explained, “I gave them up. Lance is the new president.”

I stopped and faced him.

“You gave them up?”

Silas pushed a piece of hair out of my face.

“I lost my mind after I discovered you were hurt. I got rid of every single person who was ever a part of Dirk’s circle, or had ridden with him. I had to get rid of that house…and somewhere in that blood lust, I wasn’t paying attention or watching. Lance was trying to deal with the bodies because I’d created such a mess. I took off toward the grove, but Fable had already been watching me.”

I held his hand in mine, stroking along his wrist.

“So he took you?”

“He knocked me out but didn’t check me for weapons. I had a slim fragment of iron from the stakes…” He trailed off and that’s how I knew he was still good inside. Because even though those men deserved it, he still struggled to even talk about it.

His eyes drifted to some place behind me. “I had a small piece still in my back pocket. I was able to use it to cut through the rope.”

“He was toying with us…” I drifted off, but Silas pulled my chin back.

“Doesn’t matter. We won. Now let’s go see your friends before they find us and murder me.”

THIRTY

SILAS

PRESENT DAY

“What is this?” Natty’s mouth gaped as I took her inside the garage that sat off the side of the cottage.

I smiled, feeling a blush crawling up my neck. “This is my truck.”

Her face lit up. “Because you’re a farmer now.”

“Just get in.” I shook my head as she began laughing at me.

We had several flat boxes in the back, ready to be assembled, so we could move her out of the clubhouse today. We were also planning to help pack up Red and Brooks’s apartment, regardless that I didn’t think she was ready for it. Her grief was getting better, but pieces of pain still lingered around her eyes and mouth when she didn’t think I was watching.

As soon as we pulled in through the gates of the Stone Riders club and parked, Laura, Penelope and Callie were there to greet Natty with open arms and offered to help take up a few boxes. I was about to follow her when Killian arrived next to my door.

“Can I help you?”

He smiled, using the expression he often did with his enemies. “Yes, actually. Can you get the fuck inside and have a little chat with us?”

I wasn’t in the mood to make waves. I just wanted to move Caelum out and go back home. So I followed Killian inside, into their church, where Wes Ryan and Jameson King were already waiting for us.

“Were you ever planning to tell us that you’re no longer the president of The Death Raiders?” Killian tipped his chin up, taking a seat at the head of the table.

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