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“Mom!” She rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t do that.”
I pull her into another hug. I have all I want right here, minus Brew of course, but he’ll be back soon. I’m worried, but I know he has to do what he has to do, and for that I’m grateful beyond anything else.
“I guess we should start packing then, right?”
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had yet.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-NINE
Brew
He could’ve used a panic room, but instead, he decided to keep entertaining two very young-looking girls who screamed and ran across the room when I kicked the door in.
The fucker didn’t even flinch.
Is this really how it’s gonna go down?
I point a gun at him. “Hands where I can see them, asshole,” I growl.
“What the fuck is this? I… I called the gate, they said it was a power outage… I came down…”
He came down before we stormed the gate. The meatheads working for him smoothed it over as Ridgely yelled at them to get the generator running.
“Yeah, you called NOLA Rebels MC,” Haze informs him. “And we’re the devils in disguise.”
A look of horror crosses his face as he realizes what’s going on. Cocky fuck. His men were all just arrested, one hundred percent of his “stock” seized, and this motherfucker is in bed having the time of his life? He really is that fucking pathetic?
I guess he let his ego get in the way.
“Who the fuck are you, and why are you in my house?” he demands.
“Name’s Brew, been lookin’ for you for a long time. You took out a friend of mine. Valencia Ramirez, several years ago.”
A puzzled look comes across his face. “If you want money…”
I shoot him in the bicep. He screeches, grabbing his wrist as blood pours out of him. This is gonna be a bloodbath, but I want him to suffer first. “Hands where I can see them!” I shout.
He holds his arms up, still clutching the bicep oozing with blood. It paints the sheets white, knowing this will be the last time he ever gets to hurt anyone. I take it back; it does bring me peace. I can’t risk taking him back to the yard in case the cops get wind. If they arrest us, I’ll never see Erica again. I don’t want to do this here, but I’ve no choice. This isn’t about me, it’s about justice for an innocent woman.
“You don’t even remember her, do you?” I walk around the bed. Several of my brothers behind me hold their weapons at him, he ain’t going nowhere.
“I— I don’t know what you’re talking about, but we can negotiate.”
I laugh without humor. “Negotiate? Is that what you said before you took her out to the desert and buried her after you were done abusing her?” I shake my head. “She had a life ahead of her, the world at her feet, and you took it out from under her in the blink of an eye.”
“I have children,” he starts.
I glance around. “Where are they now?”
“They d-don’t, they don’t live with me.”
“Then why should I care?”
“You’ve got it all wrong. I’ve never abused anyone. Those girls wanted to do what they did, as if they had a better life before,” he sneers. “I was doing them a favor, and you know it.Those girls from the slums? I gave them a place to land, a future, they had no hope before I came along.”
“That’s how all you bastards think, isn’t it?” I toss back. “You think you’re doing somethin’ for the greater good because you hand out women and children on a silver platter all in the name of humanity, you’re really fuckin’ delusional.”
