Page 29 of Rage

Silence falls.Every eye turns to me.

I meet Liam’s glare head-on.“It slipped my mind when you were busting down her door, old man.”

For a moment, I think he might take a swing.Then his lips twitch.A chuckle escapes.

“I like your boy, Wilder,” he says, clapping my dad on the shoulder.

The tension breaks.Laughter ripples through the room.

But underneath, the rage still simmers.I can feel it in my bones, see it in the hard glint of their eyes.

Okay, that felt fucking good.

My dad grins.“Well, your daughter is an angel.It took them long enough,” he jokes, and we all join in the laughter.

I have thought about going to her many times over the years, but I didn’t want to be a selfish fucker and take away from her dreams.

“It started small,” I begin, watching Liam’s face for his reactions, letting him know how it started with fuckerson.“Creepy comments, lingering looks.Meadow brushed it off at first.”

Liam’s jaw clenches, but he stays silent.

“Then he cornered her in the locker room,” I continue, my own anger rising at the memory.“Tried to intimidate her into going out with him.”

“Son of a bitch,” Liam mutters.

“Konrad caught wind of it,” I say.“Turns out Peterson had a history of harassing female staff.They were building a case against him.

“And I have been keeping an eye on the fucker, doing drive-bys at his house and making sure to show up sometimes when he is out in the town.He knows his time is coming but I’m enjoying watching him sweat it out.”

Christopher bursts out laughing first.“Fuck yeah, he probably doesn’t know how to handle someone trying to scare him.”

A while later, Konrad walks into the clubhouse wearing a pair of scrubs.“Peterson was fired today.He fucking lost it in front of the board.He has lost his license to practice after so many women came forward with proof of his actions.”

I hiss, my fists clenching at my sides.“Fucking Peterson.Getting away with that shit for so long.”

The taste of copper fills my mouth.I’ve bitten the inside of my cheek without realizing it.The rage simmers, threatening to boil over.

Liam’s eyes meet mine, cold and hard.“Those who protected him need to learn a lesson.”

I nod, jaw clenched.“A painful one.”

Konrad’s lips curl into a predatory smile.“I’ll get you their names.Addresses too.”

The clubhouse door swings open.Etta strides in, all swagger and attitude.Her eyes narrow as she takes us in.

“What’s the plan, boys?”She plants her hands on her hips.“And don’t even think about leaving me out.I’m going stir-crazy with the kids in school.”

We exchange glances.Konrad raises an eyebrow at me.

I lean back, thinking.Etta’s no delicate flower.She’s seen her fair share of blood and bruises.

“All right,” I say finally.“But we do this smart.No loose ends.”

Etta’s grin is all teeth.“Wouldn’t have it any other way, sugar.”

The energy in the room shifts.We’re not just talking anymore; this is happening.

My mind races, piecing together a plan.Peterson’s smug face flashes in my mind.I picture him cornered, terrified.

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