Page 26 of Burning Truths

The room is small and boxed shaped with lawn equipment covering most of the space. All three of us step through the doorway letting the door close behind us. Oakley reaches down and tugs Ally up by the back of her shirt. There’s no gentle touches with the move, yet Addington doesn’t flinch. My eyebrows raise with surprise and he must catch that because he laughs.

“I’m not going to pretend to give a fuck with what you do with the useless failure. You’d be better off assuming I give a fuck about what your plans are for me.” he barks.

Licking at the dried blood at the corner of his mouth his eyes bounce around to each of us. He can try to hide the fearhe’s filled with, but I can smell it pouring off his skin. One step forward. Another. Oakley pushes Ally into Havoc's chest, flashing him a look and he immediately knows what she’s asking for. They read each other’s faces and move like twin flames.

Ally’s eyes clash with mine and I see it. She knows who has Kenna, but there’s something darker in her eyes. I almost stop in my tracks to drag her out and beat the fucking truth from her mouth, but I can’t let Addington continue to breathe the same air as my girl. He doesn’t have the fucking right to exist in the same world as her. I’ve craved the bloodshed I’m about to create, but something stops me.

“Havoc, take her to my truck.” I toss over my shoulder.

Tilting my head at Oakley she tries to read my thoughts.

“I think it’s time to show Del Mar that I’m done fucking around with people who don’t bend at the knee.”

“You want to make a statement.” Oakley states.

It’s not a question but a confirmation for what I have planned. I nod once before wrapping my hand around his throat and pull him towards the door. Oakley steps into his back begging him to make a move so she can shove her blade into his spine. Addington clamps his mouth shut and refuses to give us even a grunt of pain. That’s okay I’ll get my screams from him one way or another.

Chapter Thirteen

RYKER

Oakley kneels on the leather seat behind me, knife at Addingtons throat, a dark smile on her face. This girl scares the fuck out of me. Doing what needs to be done comes easy to me, but to say I get off on cutting skin would be a lie. Oakley Savage is one of a kind because she craves the violence. It’s what makes her the best person to run her father’s affairs. The added muscle she’s collected along the way helps but it’s not needed. We were always told to keep the savage family on our good side and now that I’ve met the Queen herself, I know why.

Ally sits in the seat next to me picking at the skin around her nails without taking her eyes off the road ahead. Avoiding the man behind her I can see the struggle to keep her body as still as possible. A loud rev catches my attention to the side of my window, a blue bike speeds past me, cutting me off to fly down the winding road.

“Fucking dick.” I bark.

Oakley laughs, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror, blue eyes shining with excitement. Rolling mine, I look back to the road to see his bike long gone. Fucker doesn’t even know where I’m headed.

“Call West.” I order.

I’m not speaking to anyone in particular but Ally is the first to move. Oakley was too busy poking and prodding our guest in the back but he was true to his word. His lips sealed tight without a sound. That’s okay, I’ll make sure he screams for us, for her. Ally moves, pulling my gaze back to her, she places her phone to her ear. She jumps when West picks up, yelling can be heard from in the background, even from where I’m sitting.

“Hello?” she says, her tone low and broken.

Sighing I snatch the phone and press it to my ear, “West.”

Silence. The line goes quiet. All screaming and yelling stop at the sound of my voice.

“Call the foundation. I’m done fucking around with empty threats.”

One. Two. Three seconds before he speaks.

“And where exactly do you plan to have this little meeting, brother?” he pauses for a second, “Hmm? We already had to clean up one body and now you want to add another one?”

My fist clenches the leather under my touch until my knuckles whiten.

“Do what the fuck I said. I’m the head of the family and I call the shots. If you can’t do what you're told then I’ll call G. We all know he’ll do as he’s told.” I spit through my teeth.

Oakley shifts her body towards me, her eyes boring into mine through the mirror, ready for my next plan. Ally sinks lower in the seat, her skin ashen. My foot presses the gas harder shooting us faster down the road bringing me closer to my next turn. I didn’t know where I was headed until I got closer. Now it’s clear where we need to go. It’s then that I decide to call G either way.

“I’ll text you when I get there with the location. I’m keeping my word,Brother” my tone lands on a snarl with the last word.

Letting my implications sit there for a moment before continuing.

“Dad would -”

“Dad is fucking dead, Ryker. Our brother-” he stops, sighing. “Rye, we’ve lost too much. We’ve broken too many. Maybe this is our penance.”

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