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“Like you don’t enjoy it,” I counter. “Fuck sakes. I’m so sick of hearin’ about you and goddamn Willow, either do somethin’ about it, or let her go.”
“Listen to you, all self righteous,” he snickers. “I think gettin’ yourself an ol’ lady has softened you, brother.”
I smooth a hand over my beard. “Shut the fuck up and let’s concentrate.”
My cell chimes, and I answer it on the first ring.
“Showtime in ten seconds,” Rock says. “We’re gonna trip the safety too, which will throw him into a little chaos for a few minutes. The entire street’s power will be off so it won’t look as suspicious. A minute or so after, an outage for the neighborhood will be issued by Sawyer.”
“Thought of everythin’,” Logan mutters.
“Guess you could say we left nothing to chance,” Rock says. “See you on the other side. Stay safe.” Rock hangs up.
“You heard the man, let’s get ready.” We’re all in full tactical gear, ready to pounce and make a move until I hear Cash on the headpiece a few seconds later.
“We all have our positions,” he says. “Now is the time to dig deep and remember who we’re fightin’ for. Not just our club or our city, but our children and ol’ ladies. Their safety. Their freedom. And for those who were not so lucky.”
I close my eyes momentarily. This is it. If Ridgely gets away this time, there’s no fucking telling when he’ll resurface again, maybe never.
“I’m ready,” I tell Cash. “Time to move.”
“Roger,” Cash says. “We’ll see you on the other side.”
I’ve never heard such sweeter words.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-EIGHT
Brew
Ridgely has a lot of men, more than we expected, but they fall like sacks of potatoes because the power outage helped us get in unnoticed. Maybe if Ridgely had hired men who weren’t fucking meatheads, he might be in a better position than he finds himself in now. We lucked out because Sawyer told us he had a new gate installed, and everyone was gathered around only yesterday, trying to figure out the instructions. Fucking dildos.
Haze, Logan and Bane are with me, along with Tag, Harlem, Hustler and Priest.
Nevada and Hawk took charge of the men on the gate, should Ridgely call down, and Cash, Riot, Pipes, and Ryder head in from the back with Bane’s men. Stella and Bandit standby on the south side should any cars approach while we’re inside.
To be honest, you’d think he’d have better security. As soon as the power was out, that gate slid straight open, and the boys were able to climb the wall at the back. I half expected him to have a couple of savage dogs out there, but he solely relies on cameras: cameras that now don’t operate, and when the poweris restored, it’ll show a recording of the yard that Sawyer already switched out.
Finding him in this maze of a house, though, that could be a challenge. The layout of the building shows his suite in the top east wing of the mansion, so that’s where we head. Just knowing he’s in this very building. The very building where he’s going to die today fills me with gratitude. It’s been a long, hard road, but justice will be served. Justice will win out because if there is no penance for the crimes these assholes commit, then what is the actual point?
“You good?” Haze asks, always knowing when my mind wanders.
“Be better when we have Ridgely in our clutches,” I reply.
“It’s your time. It’s finally come full circle. This is all gonna end today, brother.”
I nod. “When one life ends, another will begin.”
Hopefully, a life inside Erica, because the more I’ve been thinking about it, the more I want it. A baby of my own,ourown. I might not know how to tell her exactly how I’m feeling or what I want at times, but I can show her. Then again, I told her I’d marry her if it meant getting into her bed. And when I get back, I plan on putting my plan into place: asking Erica and Olive to move in with me to the cabin.
Bronco stayed back to look after the girls, along with the prospects, and I suggested they take a trip out there to see what Erica thinks. Granted, I would’ve been happier if I’d been the one taking her there for the first time, but tomorrow’s the weekend, and I don’t want her to be cooped up inside for two days. Steven’s trial was today, but I haven’t had time to catch up on what’s been going on with him, or how long it goes for, so there’s that. But one thing is for sure in all of this, there’s light. There’s hope. And that’s what I need to hold on to right now.
Erica
I look around the ‘cabin’ in absolute awe. It’s not really a cabin, I think Brew was being a little conservative in his description; it’s more like a ranch but without all the animals. Albeit yes, it is made out of wood. The first floor is huge, with native cypress flooring and red cedar wood. The kitchen overlooks huge pastures and beyond, and when we step outside, I can see where Brew has been working on the patio.He did all this himself?
Even though Olive and I haven’t lived in the compound for years, we both still enjoy making things by hand and creating, plus, Olive likes to sew, she’s been making her own clothes for years, and now wants to take over the scrunchie industry. I’ve always encouraged her to hone in on a skill, especially one using your hands. There is something gratifying about transformation, even taking a scrap of material and making it into something.
