Page 85 of Tusk's Fury

Suddenly, Siege is at the door. “What’s going on here?”

Rock turns to him. “Our club wants the women who turned on Brittany. You asked for an alliance with our club. This is the price of that alliance.”

Siege’s eyes flicker to mine, and I jerk my chin at him. It’s an affirmative gesture.

He reminds me, “That’s the mother of your children.”

“I don’t care. I want her gone.”

Siege’s expression turns shrewd. Glancing at Rock, he asks, “What do you plan to do with them?”

It’s Queenie who steps closer. “I’ve got some ideas that don’t involve trafficking, torturing, or hurting them in any way. I’ve spent my lifetime breaking women of their asshole behavior. Trust me when I say I know exactly what to do with these two.”

Siege holds out his hand to Ghost, who immediately drops the key to the room in his hand. He tosses it into the air in front of Rock, who reaches out and catches it.

Siege looks Rock in the eyes and says, “I can’t seem to remember where I put the key to our lockup.”

Rock jerks his chin at Siege. Message received.

We follow Siege out of the room. He continues upstairs along with Ghost. The three of us stay behind and talk.

I ask Queenie, “What’s the plan?”

She spits her plan right out. “Much as I’d like to show her the error of her ways, I’m not gonna do anything bad to the mother of your children. My plan is to give her a pile of money to leave with the understanding that if she shows her face again, it’s not going to end well. As for Silver, she seems to like being a club girl. I’ll offer her a chance to be one for the Sons of Rage. It won’t give her quite the same freedom she has to make mischief here. And my girls get punished for sneaking around our clubhouse.”

Rock chimes in, “That sounds like a pretty decent plan to me.”

“Yeah, I just want her out of our lives for a while so we can enjoy some peace. As for Silver, she’s a nuisance who got thrown out by the last club she associated with, so be careful that she doesn’t end up backstabbing you.”

“I’ve been handling backstabbing club girls for longer than you’ve been alive, honey. I’m sure I’ll be all right.”

“The two of you can go back to our suite and make yourselves comfortable. I’m going to get Brittany some presentable clothing and join you.”

With that, I go up to our closet and pull out an armful of women’s clothing for Brittany to choose from. By the time I get back, Brittany is fast asleep with Victoria in her crib beside her. I lay the stack of clothing aside and quietly close the door to give her some peace after what she’s been through.

Her family seems to have grown in number while I wasn’t paying attention. In addition to Queenie and Rock, Jasper has made his way to our suite along with another biker. His patch says his name is Slate. They are playing with my boys. I glance at Tex, who is sitting with Clara while their kids watch a cartoon on their tablet. He jerks his chin at me, an unspoken acknowledgment that all is well.

“She’s sleeping,” I say, by way of a greeting.

I see Patch is still in my suite, so I ask him for an update. “How’s she doing, brother?”

“It’s clear that she received proper medical attention at the hands of her abductors. the wound on her head is looking good, they used Steri-Strips to close it. She said she had a headache for a day or so after, but she’s been okay since.”

I point out, “You know they left an indentation in the wall when they shoved her. How do we know she didn’t end up with a fractured skull?”

Patch replies, “I didn’t see any evidence of a fracture, but I’ve scheduled her to come into my office tomorrow for an X-ray.”

“Why not today?” I ask.

“If she’d been confused, in pain, or had any signs of concussion, then I’d have sent her urgently. But based on when the accident occurred, and the fact she’s not got any signs of brain trauma, I don’t think it’s urgent. I’ll recheck her when she wakes, just to be sure,” he says.

I nod, “Okay, that sounds reasonable.”

“At least we have that to be thankful for,” Rock comments, pulling Queenie closer to his side.

“Yes. I’m grateful to hear her physical injuries aren’t worse,” Queenie agrees. “The thing I’m worried about is her mental trauma.”

I nod and turn back to Patch. “I’ve been thinking about her situation. Not only was she abducted, but this was the situation she most feared and wanted to avoid at all costs. I feel like her parents threw her under the bus by pressuring her to marry Harper.”

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