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None of it mattered.

Saint was here. How he’d figured out who had him didn’t matter. Sinn knew why and that was enough.

It was just too bad his vision was so fucked he wouldn’t be able to see the looks on his families faces when they were forced to admit that they’d been wrong.

Chapter 10

(Saint)

Stake your Claim

“You better give thanks to whatever deity you believe in that my brother fell in love with your grandson or more of you fucks would be bleeding out in the dirt right now!”

Saint silently nodded his agreement, still clutching Sinn to his chest. He had no desire to let go, his nerves were so frazzled that if he could have driven back to North Carolina with Sinn in front of him on the bike, he’d have done it. If Sinn was a little smaller, it might be worth a try…or not. Leaning, balance, everything would be off from that position. Damn it all to hell, practical wasn’t anything he wanted a part of right now.

He was just relieved…and pissed.

They’d rolled into a scene of utter chaos and been forced to act fast to keep the Disciples of Chaos from being mowed down. Outnumbered and on foot, many without even their boots on, the Disciples of Chaos had been scrambling to defend themselves. The other MC had picked the perfect time to attack, catching the Disciples when they were vulnerable and shooting the shit outta the windows in the big brick house they were currently standing in. Several of the Disciples wore socks soakedthrough with blood. They were going to have fun picking all that glass out of their soles.

Was a wonder no one had been killed.

Several Disciples had been wounded though, a few seriously. Their Doc was still taking care of things, with the help of Doc B, who’d ridden in with them to take care of any Jokers that might need assistance. Who was he kidding. He’d insisted on Doc B’s presence for Sinn, terrified of what condition he might be found in. He was just relieved that it was his family who’d had him, not one of their enemies.

“Your timing could have been better,” Sinn’s Grandfather, Sampson grumbled as he grimaced and bent to pick a sliver of glass out of his foot. “Would have been nice not to have to replace all the windows.”

“Can’t you just saythank youand call it good, Gramps!” Sinn snapped.

Sinn’s old man, who still hadn’t introduced himself by name yet, was a massive beast of a man that riveled Creature in height, and he was the largest Joker they had riding with them. Still, Saint wouldn’t hesitate to knock the man on his ass if he tried to yank Sinn away from him.

“You don’t talk to your grandfather like that,” Sinn’s father growled, stopping short when Night stepped between Saint and the man, fists clenched like he was about to throw down at the slightest provocation.

“How about I just forget that I have a father or grandfather after the shit you pulled,” Sinn said as he reached out and pressed his hand to the middle of Night’s back.

When the younger Joker turned, it was only enough so he could look at Sinn without leaving himself vulnerable to being blindsided. It was Sinn who motioned him to step aside, and Night immediately complied, though he still stayed close enough to intervene if he needed to.

“You plan to forget that you have a mama too?” His mom said as a line of several Disciples parted to allow a diminutive woman to stalk through.

She stopped inches from her son, her expression unreadable as her shrewd gaze skimmed over Sinn to land firmly on Saint who met her cold stare with a glare of his own.

“Just answer me one thing,” she said, her eyes narrowing a little. “What would you have done if Sinclair wasn’t here?”

“Burned half of Texas to the ground until someone admitted to having him,” Night muttered beneath his breath, prompting snickers from several Jokers who’d all pressed in around Saint, forming a protective wall of brotherhood and menace.

They’d stomp the Disciples of Chaos in their own dwelling if it came to it. Saint could tell from the shifting stances, clenched fists, and the clatter of bike chains some had used as weapons, that several of his brothers were itching for shit to kick off.

“He ain’t lying,” Saint replied. “Though I wouldn’t have stopped at half if Sinn hadn’t been returned to me. I wouldn’t have stopped at the borders of Texas either and neither would the rest of these guys. We don’t leave family in the hands of enemies, even when those enemies happen to be family too.”

“Now wait a god damned minute,” Sampson said, puffing up again. “You don’t want to be making a declaration of war with us. Not when this is all the men you brought with you.”

“You declared war the minute you kidnappedmyboy,” Saint said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the collar he’d gotten for Sinn weeks ago.

With deft fingers he fashioned it around Sinn’s neck and kept his hand firmly on the back of it when he turned back to face the old man.

“Now, if you want to call a truce, I’d be willing to do that,” Saint said. “But if you’re planning on snatching him again, youboys better have your affairs in order, because you won’t make it back to Texas in one piece.”

“What’s saying you’re going to make it out of Texas or this yard in one piece?” Sinn’s father snarled.

“Them.”

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