Page 39 of Cerberus's Branding

Burn them is right. I intend to make sure they burn on their way to hell.

The two of us head down the hall and make our way to the main room where we hold church. Everyone else was already seated. Closing the door behind us, both Azrael and I take our seats.

“First things first,” Reaper starts and leans his seat back. “I’m sure those of you who were in the cabin during the show know what happened. The prospects are there now cleaning up everything before we place Jezebel back in her cell.”

“We should just kill the bitch and be done with her,” Beast remarks. “She’s a nuisance none of us needs.”

“I agree,” Angel grumbles.

“I had something better come to mind regarding our houseguest we’ve kept in there,” Reaper grunts.

“What?” Tombstone asks.

“We send her back to her family.” Reaper grins and looks at Beast, “She’s been missing for long enough, I have a feeling they think she’s turned against them. Especially if I make it known that she was sleeping with the enemy.”

“They’d never allow her back.” Beast grunts, nodding. “They’d kill her themselves.”

With having Jon in the cabin, I knew they moved Jezebel out of the way for the time being. She’d been a prisoner of ours since going after Beast’s woman. She wasn’t ever going to see freedom again. If this is what they want to do with her, then it’ll be good. However, they want to handle the situation with her is fine with me. I don’t care. I just want to get to the main reason we’re all sitting here.

“Anyone against this?” Reaper asks, glancing around the table.

There are a few questions about if they don’t do as we expect them to, but Beast answers those for them. Finally, it’s agreed that Jezebel be returned. Scythe mentions that he’ll put out the leak that she’s been sleeping with the enemy. Styxx mentions having their cousin Finnigan transport her where she needs to be.

By the time we finally start talking about Samir and his militia group, I’m on the edge of my seat, more than ready to get the fuck out there and start taking them out.

There’s no way my brothers will do that or allow me to do it without a plan in place. They’ll lock me down before I can get out there and take the militia on myself.

Hours pass before we have everything organized and ready to go. I knew what I needed, and I was more than ready to get out of there and get it done. I wanted the problem of the men who not only threatened the club, but also shot my woman taken out. They’ve breathed easy long enough. It’s time they stop breathing once and for all.

“You got your head in the game?” Reaper asks quietly.

“Yeah, I’m good. Not gonna let anything jeopardize me getting back to Ember,” I tell him, keeping my eyes on the clearing where Diablo was standing with Beast.

The plan was simple enough, lure them here with what they want most. Let them think they were going to get the money they wanted from Diablo. Too bad for them, they weren’t going to be leaving with it, though. They weren’t leaving, period.

I start to get antsy, thinking they were not going to show up, when a car pulls into the clearing. It’s a beat-up Beamer that looks like it’s not seen many good days in a while. It was rusted out. How the damn thing was even solid enough to drive is something I find remarkable in itself.

“Take it easy, brother. Don’t move too soon.” Azrael grunts from my other side.

We’re all lying in wait to make sure the man we want most shows himself.

Luckily enough for us, the man himself steps out of the passenger side, his eyes glancing around, a smirk playing on his lips. From a distance we can’t tell exactly what he’s saying to Diablo and Beast, but whatever it is causes Diablo to tense.

After a few more minutes, Beast gives the sign, and we move. Hell rains down upon us, but I don’t care. Samir hadn’t been alone just as Diablo hadn’t. I didn’t care about who was after whom. My focus was on taking out Samir.

Gun fire rings through the early dawning day. I dodge bullets, though I feel one or two nick my arm and leg. I didn’t care. They were nothing compared to the shot Ember took.

Aiming for Samir, his body jerks, but he doesn’t fall.

Bulletproof vest.

Guess I’ll aim higher.

Doing just that, I gain his attention. He looks at me, grins, and points his gun at me. Looks like it’s gonna come down to who pulls the trigger first or moves the fastest.

I pull the trigger and watch as my bullet hits itsmark between Samir’s eyes. His expression as his body drops to the ground, I’ll never forget. His body goes limp, and he falls to his knees, then drops, his head bouncing on the ground.

I want to take the time to enjoy the kill, but I can’t. If I’d had my way, I’d have preferred to torture the man, though, I know he wouldn’t have given in to the pain. He’d have laughed in our faces and begged for more.

---