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“Bad, Vixen. Really fucking bad.”
“Shit,” I hiss.
“You need to talk to your ladies, Kenna. Y’all are going to have to listen to everything we say and do as you’re told. I know it goes against your nature, but it’s y’all’s lives on the line if you don’t. This won’t be about us trying to control you, it’s about keeping you all breathing.”
“I like breathing so I’ll do as you say and I know Luna will too. It’s Demi I’m worried about, she’s the wild card in this scenario.”
“Then you need to impress upon her that she’ll have to put her independence on the backburner and consider what could happen if she goes on a rampage and puts everyone else in danger.”
“I will, Risk. I promise, and Luna will be on my side. If anyone can get her to see reason, it’d be her.”
“For all of our sakes, I hope you’re right, baby girl.”
After that intense conversation, Risk rolls me over, removes my pajamas, and makes passionate love to me. He pours every emotion running through him into our lovemaking. His love, his fear, his compassion, and his darkness flow out of him and into me. I hold onto him tight for the remainder of the night, unwilling to let him go. My arms may not be as strong as his are, and I may be small in comparison, but I’m mighty.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
Risk
We’reon a deadline to give the Trifecta our answer. I know we only have a short time to get the ball rolling and decide what we’re going to do. In order to start us off on a lighter note, I announce, “We’re staying.” It feels good to get that off my chest to the masses before Kodiak has the chance to bang the gavel to start church.
This time when he slams it down on the plank, it’s with more gusto than usual.
“I was hoping that’s what you and McKenna would decide on,” he announces. “I had a Q and A session with Luna the same night after we had our last church session. Needless to say, she had more questions than I had answers for but she brought up several points that left a sinking feeling in my gut.”
This time, Dragon and Wrecker are with us. Promptly, after we concluded a few days back and were left confused about what the best thing was for us to do, Kodiak took the two men into his office and they were in there for several hours. I hope they hadideas we didn’t and shared them with Kodiak. Otherwise, we’re going to be left with our dicks swinging in the wind.
“Wrecker and I have been talking, and we both feel you need to bring in a few people to watch over the rescues. First up would be a therapist, someone who won’t report what these folks have been through. Next on the list is someone who’s got muscle, someone they’ll fear crossing but with a sympathetic heart. Then we think you need a house mom, someone for them to complain to, but with a stern disposition. This person will need to be able to balance them.”
“Balance them how?” Kodiak inquires.
“Meaning, she’ll have to be the one they trust to come to with their woes but will have a sternness to her, she’ll have to harp on them and remind them of the repercussions if they open their mouths to the wrong person. Not only to them if they try to run off, but what it’ll mean for us… the ones who put their necks on the line to get them out of that deplorable lifestyle,” Wrecker explains.
“So not only do we need to come up with property and a building large enough to house them, but we need to find three people we trust who fit that criteria?” I conclude. “Do we know people like that?”
“There’s a man I know, one that I’d trust with my life, that could be the muscle we need to keep everyone in line. He’s got a chip on his shoulder a mile wide in regard to the law, as well as those who take advantage of the vulnerable, but he’s a good guy. Damn good guy. However, he’s an ex-con and I’m not sure if he’ll want to step into any sort of illegal activity. When I think about who would fit the mold of what we’re needing, his face is the only one that pops into my head,” Wrecker states.
“Corbin?” Dragon asks.
“Yep,” Wrecker answers.
“He’d do it,” Dragon contends. “I agree, he’d be perfect for the job. I’d raise my hand if we were voting on him to take the position.”
“Wait.” I hold my hand up and ask, “Corbin ‘Slaughter’ Macintosh? Is that who you’re talking about?”
“Yeah, you know him?” Wrecker probes.
“I know of him. His story made the headlines. Man, he took on an entire faction and came out the only one standing. From what was reported on the national news, the warehouse where he took his vengeance out at was a bloodbath. It was because of his mom, right?”
“Yes,” Dragon replies. “And the only reason he’s out today is because someone pulled some strings and had his sentence turned from life in prison to thirty years. When he went before the parole board, they released him even though he showed no remorse and had no interest in being let loose.”
Wrecker snorts before adding, “He didn’t want out because there were still some on the inside that were connected to his mother’s murder that he hadn’t taken care of yet.”
Butcher, who I hadn’t noticed was with us until now, since he’s been popping in and out of the clubhouse the entire time they’ve been around, snorts. “I’m sure if we look into it, those fuckers are all six feet under.”
“Are you sure someone with that history is who we want taking care of these people?” Kodiak asks. “He sounds like a hot head.”
