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What he doesn’t know is that we’re going to burn him alive. Putting away our dicks, I pull out the flame thrower before packing everything away. The second Brooks sees what I’m doing as I begin to whistle, he curses under his breath and drags River over to Camden to begin cutting the rope that is holding him to the chair.

“Here’s what is going to happen,” I say. “I’m going to burn your club house down around you, while you scream your little head off. Then, I’m going to do the same to your people. This place will be a dirty smudge on any satellite images by the time I’m done.”

“Meanwhile, I hope you rot in hell,” River adds. “While we are loving your son, kissing him, fucking all his holes?—-”

Leroy writhes despite the blood that is pouring out of him from his multiple stab wounds and nailed down extremities. The monster inside of me that demands blood and pain is being overridden by the need to get Cam to the hospital. I can’t play with him as long as I’d like, but burning him alive and taunting Leroy will have to do.

“His holes are delicious, and he tastes like cotton candy,” I groan, pretending to adjust my erection in my pants.

I’m too worried about my pink-haired omega to want to do anything but get the fuck out of here now that we have him. Brooks pulls off Cam’s pants and boxers and throws the wet articles of clothing onto Leroy, as he puts his own pants on Cam for modesty.

“Much better,” Brooks mutters, lifting our omega into a fireman’s carry.

Now, things are about to get very interesting.

“What the fuck?” Leroy’s VP asks as he comes in, and I don’t think. I simply lift the flamethrower and push the trigger, bathing him in fire.

“Time to go!” I call out, lifting the bag over my head so it’ll be secure. I light the walls on fire, as well as the floors, backing out the door with my pack as I grin widely. “Bye, bye, Leroy. I hope you feel the flames long after the light goes out of your eyes and you find yourself in Hell.”

The flames greedily lick at his skin as I grin, and the screams, though muted, are fucking delicious. He’s quickly bathed in the flames as well, and River pulls my arm. I’m not going to get to watch his skin melt off, and that’s the real pity here.

“We gotta go, Lee. Come light some more assholes on fire,” he says.

My alphas say the sweetest things. Turning, we run across the wide expanse of land toward the gate that’ll take us out to our car. Guns are drawn, and since the bag is still open, River reaches inside as we run and grabs a grenade. The pin is pulled and then it’s thrown into the crowd.

No one can get out of the way, and I turn the flame thrower to those in front of us as everything burns. Soon, the motorcycle club decides they’re better off running away from us and jump on their motorcycles. I have to admit, they’re not as stupid as their president.

I can hear gunshots, and twist to find my insane sister shooting MC members from a tree, picking them off one by one. Bikes crash, increasing the mayhem, and I bark out a laugh as I turn away to get the fuck out of here.

Luna will cover our backs and make sure no one gets away. River jumps over the fence and carefully takes Camden from Brooks, waiting for us to get over safely. Once we’re in the vehicle, our omega whimpers softly. River purrs for him, while Brooks grabs a blanket that we keep in here just for him and wraps Cam in it.

“Am I dreaming?” he asks, beginning to cry as River holds him tightly.

“No, Baby Boy. You’re safe with us, and your father and his men will never hurt you again,” I say savagely, starting the car. “I know you hate it, but we are going to take you to the hospital to check you out. You’re pretty badly beaten.”

Cam whines but nods helplessly.

“Let’s do this,” Brooks says, climbing into the back seat with Cam and River. “Get cleared by the hospital, and then I’ll take a shower with you while River and Lee make us pancakes. Okay?”

I chuckle under my breath because that’s really sweet. My alphas are completely obsessed with Camden and that suits me just fine.

“I can do that,” he murmurs, his eyes getting heavy.

“Lee, he can’t fall asleep right?” River asks worriedly.

“He’ll hate it, but no. We don’t know if he has a concussion or not,” I say, focused on the drive.

I’m hoping that we’re in and out of the hospital quickly, but I have a feeling that may not happen. It doesn’t matter as long as he’s okay.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

CAMDEN

Warmth blankets my body as the scent of my pack wakes me.

I’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness since the guys showed up to rescue me.

I knew they would. I didn’t lose hope. And I’m so fucking glad I held out long enough.

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