Page 9 of Romeo
“I felt pretty sure they wouldn’t,” Deacon replied. “Walkers are not easy to take down.”
“You’re a Walker too!” Glory exclaimed angrily through gritted teeth. She set her phone up against a glass of water as she rose from her seat and aimed her gun right at his head.
“And I am no different from other Walkers, no one has taken me down either, little Glory,” Deacon stated with a smile on his lips. “And please watch yourself, you need to be careful with that weapon.”
“No, I don’t need to becareful. I could end all our suffering right now and right here in two seconds or less.” She cocked her magnum and kept it trained on his head.
“If you care about your family,” Deacon stated as he looked around at the angry faces. “You will all lower your weapons.”
“That sounds like a threat,” one of the men at the table stated.
Deacon stared at him and said, “I beg your pardon, cousin. You and I have never met. Fate, right? Jarret sure has an imagination for names, I gotta give him that.” He looked around. “Fate, Justice, Glory, Liberty and…” He paused. “You all left Redemption behind, right?”
Fate actually growled now. “You are in no position to threaten—”
“Oh, but I am,” Deacon cut him off. “You really think I’d show up here without a plan? I advise you all to put your weapons away. If anything happens to me, the people you love will no longer be…well…alive.”
“Which people?” Bones asked.
Deacon looked over at him. “Well now, if it isn’t the President of the Rebel Saints MC, the original chapter, no less. Bones himself. I have to say your loyalty to my cousin Hawk is extraordinary. You and your men uprooted your lives for fucking months, man. Just to protect the Walker family.”
“All I wanna know is why,” Fate spoke up.
Deacon swung his curious gaze over to him. “Why, what?”
“Why are you here at all…” Fate glared at him while pointing his own weapon at him. “Why terrorize your own family. Why try to kill your Aunt and Uncle, your cousins. Why stalk, kidnap, bomb, and hurt people that are supposed to be your blood?”
“Wow, that is a lot of whys.” Deacon laughed as he looked highly amused. “I’m not sure I have time to answer all of that.”
“He believed his psychotic–killer–mother was in the right,” Talon said as he appeared at the far side of the table while aiming his gun at Deacon. “She burned her childhood house down at twelve, killing her little sister and her parents. What a wonderful child, right? She murdered Deacon’s father, burned him alive as he slept and all the man had ever done wrong was that he wasn’t his brother Jacob. Olivia Walker only did all she did so she could be with her sister’s husband. By committing that murder in a long line of murders, she separated Deacon from his own brother. Left them both fatherless. Murdered his uncle next with a knife to his heart and took him from his wifeand kids. And that was because Jacob turned down her offer of infidelity when she asked him to run away with her. You see, she had gotten rich by feeding young people drugs and peddling baby flesh for cash. Oh yes, what a saint she was.” He scoffed in disgust. “Everything she did was because she was sick, jealous of her own sister and demented. But poor ole Deacon was raised by her, so he is just as sick and he refuses to see what she was. So there is no why…he’s just a cold blooded killer.”
No one moved or said a word. The tense silence was thick with murderous intent on both sides.
Finally, the smile on Deacon’s lips had disappeared and his eyes glittered with rage.
Talon nodded at him. “Did I miss anything,cousin? I bet I did. She had tortured, raped and murdered so many people. Who could keep a body count?”
Deacon glared at him and bit out, “All of you had better lower your weapons.”
“And why would we do that?” Fate asked him.
“You do want to see your dad again, right?” Deacon asked as he stared at Fate.
Liberty, Justice and Fate, all froze.
Glory did not pause as she seethed, “You motherfucker!”
Legend who sat next to her, patted her hand as he whispered a warning to her, “Careful now.”
Deacon stared at them then grinned at Glory as he asked, “So is this your man, Legend?”
Glory almost growled at him.
Deacon chuckled as he shook his head. “Glory, Glory Hallelujah. You’ve got a temper, little girl. Better reign that in.” He nodded his head at Legend. “You need to listen to the good doctor.”
“You are a liar,” Talon accused Deacon. “There hasn’t been enough time for you to have taken them.” His phone then buzzed.
“You’d better take that call,” Deacon urged. “It is about the truth. Your parentsaremissing.”
