Page 49 of Bound By Redemption
Whorewas written on the wall above Ensley’s bed.
Red film started to cloud my vision as the rage inside me burned bright. I wanted to hurt someone. Destroy them and annihilate them just like they did to this place. It was their home, and now it was gone.
They were coming to live with me anyway after everything settled down and we could leave the clubhouse. Of course, she didn’t know that she was moving in with me yet, but she would.
She really didn’t need to see this mess of her apartment, but she’d have to if for some reason the cops showed up.
With long strides, I made my way through the apartment, down the stairs, and to my truck. Dad was on my heels. “Son?”
“Gotta see if this was called into the cops. If it wasn’t, then we’ll pull out what we can and take it to the clubhouse. I’ll pay to get them out of their lease and for the damages.”
Making it to my SUV, I opened the back end and got to work. Luckily, there were no calls. With the number of cars here, it was a surprise, but it was one stroke of luck, and at this point I’d take what I could get.
“Do you think you can get the box truck here, and get some of the guys to help pack what’s not broken up?” I asked my father who pulled out his phone and began dialing.
Within an hour, half of the Ravage MC were here helping pack up my family.
I knew I needed to talk to Ensley about all of this, but first, I wanted to know she couldn’t be touched by any of it.
A lot of Remy’s toys were broken, but there were several that were not. Those I packed into a plastic bag to take to the room at the clubhouse. The book Ensley wanted for Remy wasn’t damaged, but her blanky had a cut in it. Even if I had to sew the damn thing myself, my girl would have her blanket.
The Trolls movie was snapped in two.
We were able to save the clothes as they weren’t cut, just thrown all over the place.
“Micah,” Jacks called out, pulling out a box from under the bed. I moved to it as he handed me the box.
“Thanks.”
Opening it, there were only a few things inside, and strangely nothing was disturbed it appeared. A couple of pictures and what looked like a few mementos from her previous life. Putting the lid back on, I put it in the bag as well. This was all going to the clubhouse for now, along with a couple of books and photos that were scattered on the floor.
There was so much shit going on that I needed my girls to be in one place and not going from here to there trying to find things.
“What the hell?” Nox picked up a box of diapers and lifted them to me. A huge turd that had to have come from a man rested on the top.
“Isn’t that shit-tastic,” Nox said, laughing. “Perfect for a shithead!”
“See, he’s in deep shit,” Jacks teased.
“Brings a new meaning to eat shit and die,” Ryker jumped in.
“Or a shitty present,” my father added.
“Fuck me.” I left the room, my blood boiling. Between someone tearing up Ensley’s place to everyone giving me shit about the shit, it was enough. “Keep it there. I’m gonna get a sample and see if this fucker is in the system.”
“You have a shit identifier?” Nox asked with a raised brow.
“No. DNA. I can pull it and run it.”
I ran out to my truck and then got the sample. The box of ruined diapers was tossed to the side of the room with the garbage. The landlord would be getting a big payout for this mess.
It took a couple of hours, even considering most of it was broken and left there. With the last bag in the truck, I pulled the tailgate down and locked it.
“Thanks, everyone,” I said to the group of men surrounding me. They were under no obligation to help me, yet they came and did it anyway. Now it could’ve been for Ensley’s sake, but so be it. They came, helped, and we got all this shit in record time.
The SUV came to a stop right in front of the apartment office. “Gotta pay this out. Only take a few.”
“You need anything, son?” my father asked as I lifted the console and placed my finger on the lock. It turned yellow and clicked open. Inside I pulled out two stacks of cash each, containing ten thousand dollars. My computer business was very lucrative.
