Page 173 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Chester rages, “I’m going to kill her! I don’t give a flying fuck what she knows.”

Case moves to my side and takes my hand in his. “This will be fine. We will be here for you no matter what.”

“What has he done to me?” I cry.

“I’m leaving. That bitch’s ass is fucked!” Chester yells, his voice reverberating around the room.

“Chester, calm down. She would have been doing her job,” I say, even though right now I want to kill her too. But what good would she be dead? We need answers.

“Calm down... calm down?! I need to hurt someone, and it’s not going to be pretty,” he snaps, pacing the dining room.

Standing from my seat, I march over to him, not daunted by his chest puffed out in anger and his fists balled at his sides. Grabbing his shirt, I twist it in my hands and use it to yank him down and meet his eyes. “I understand you’re angry, but we need to be smart. If she is the only one who has answers, she isn’t going to tell us anything if she thinks we will hurt her. We need to be calm and make her believe we understand that Mr Zwas controlling her. Besides, Jimmie is my best friend, so I can’t just kill his girl.”

“I can,” he growls.

“No, please, just let me come up with a plan first before you kill anyone.”

His shoulders sag in defeat. I look around the room, but no one knows what to say. Brennan gives me a slight nod, and I know he is going to take charge of this situation.

“Okay, first I need someone to run down to the shops and buy some pregnancy tests. Let’s confirm this isn’t a trick.”

“I’ll go,” both Case and Kai say at the same time and then turn to each other with a scowl.

“Great, both of you can go,” Brennan says, and neither of them argue with him. “Marlow and Davis, you go make sure Boston isn’t punching holes in all the walls. Trace, Laughn, and Creed—you can come with me. We will go see if we can find Betty and ask some questions.”

“I want to be there,” I add, my tone brokering no argument.

“Fine, we’ll pick her up and bring her here.”

“And what the fuck do I do?” Chester booms, his anger getting the better of him.

“You stay here with Jolie and be supportive. Make her drink some water. She has some pregnancy tests to do shortly.”

Chester huffs, not happy about having to wait here with me. I don’t take it personally. I get he wants answers, and he only knows one way to do that.

Everyone leaves, and I sit and watch Chester as he continues to pace the floor, mumbling to himself. My attention is pulled from watching him wear marks into the floor when the security lights start flashing. Opening the app on my phone, I see Jimmie’s car heading up the driveway, so I quietly get up from my seat and move to the front of the house. While I know he helped us, Chester isn’t in a good headspace for visitors rightnow. As he is about to knock, I pull the door open. I’m about to tell him to leave, but I see his black eye and the tears running down his face. He falls into my arms the moment he sees me.

“I’m so sorry,” he cries.

We move into the house and close the door, and I take him into the living room to sit on the comfy couches. Chester flies into the room, and I turn just in time to head him off.

“Chester Matthew Emmerson, so help me if you take another step.”

“Little Angel, I’m going to kill them all. You’re just prolonging the inevitable. Her team goes,” he seethes, anger radiating off him in waves.

“I’m not part of their team anymore. I found where they were hiding and confronted them. They are all on her side—she cried and told them her sob story. After they roughed me up, I called Brennan and told him where they’re hiding. He said to come here... but I can leave.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” I say, turning to give Chester a pointed look. “I will take you up to my room to clean up.”

“No,” Chester snaps. “No man is going into your room.”

“Excuse me,” I drag out. “Who do you think you are telling me what to do?” I retort, chin up and taking a step towards him. He counters by taking a step closer to me.

“You”—he stabs a finger in my chest—“wanted this part of me. I warned you. I told you I’m toxic. So here it is. He. Is. Not. Going. Up. There.”

We stand in a stare off, my anger at boiling point. Much to my surprise, Chester breaks first. “He can use the guest room.”

“Fine.”

---