Page 30 of Brake's Intent

“I want these bastards to answer for what they’ve done,” Lawson states.

“Oh, they’ll be paying for their actions, but we need to find out what happened and why Brake would allow this shit,” Tyres growls and kicks Eugene in the stomach.

“I’ll go with Lawson and Faye. Help them with Brake,” Breaker says. His features filled with fury, and he looks ready to explode.

“Can I ask who the woman was?” I ask quietly, looking down at the woman. It was obvious she was dead, and it was by my hands.

“Don’t know,” Chains remarks shaking his head. “But we’ll find out.”

“Faye, don’t let it mark you,” Ryder says, and I nod.

I have no intention of letting it mark me. She’d touched someone I love. Licked his blood. I’m sure she used that knife on him as well. She deserved to die.

Turning to Brake, I watch him as he starts to come to while Breaker and Lawson pull him down from the chains holding him in place. He gives a sharp agonizing cry when he drops his arms, and I have a feeling they’re both dislocated. This is not good.

Lawson and Breaker work together, and I follow them out of the house, far too worried about Brake to worry about the damn snake or anything else. I rush after them, and when we get to the airboat, I climb on behind them.

“I’m gonna get you guys to the clubhouse and come back with a couple of my brothers,” Breaker states as he backs the boat up and shoots forward when we clear the dock.

In no time, we’re pulling back up where we started all of this. Several members of the club are there. I guess Chains or one of the others called ahead. Speed helps us get Brake off the airboat while Pitch Black, Axel, and Lynch get on the boat. The others help us get Brake to the clubhouse. Fuse opens the door and holds it for us.

“Angelina is on her way,” he says and looks at me. “She said you can go ahead and start assessing and doing what needs to be done.”

I nod. “Let’s get him into the medical room.”

The moment we get in there, Lawson stops me long enough to kiss me briefly. “I’ll be back.”

“Make them pay,” I whisper, knowing what he’s going to do.

Lawson nods, steps around me, and presses a kiss to Brake’s forehead. “You’ll get it for this stunt later,” he murmurs and steps away from Brake, then turns and leaves with one last kiss to my lips.

I move to Brake to find him opening his eyes slowly, and I suck in a breath at the amount of pain in his gaze. “You have a lot of explaining to do,” I utter softly and start cleaning him up.

“I know,” he croaks. “But I had no choice.”

“You did and do,” I remark, glancing down at what I’m doing.

“No, I don’t. Everything will be for nothing, and they’ll be coming.”

“The club has them,” I say reassuringly.

“Not Benoit and Eugene,” Brake rasps and shakes his head. “The one they answer to. The devil himself will come.” He barely finishes before passing out on me, and my stomach knots at the warning.

The devil himself will come. Who is he talking about? I need to warn Lawson and the others, but I can’t leave Brake. Stepping into the hall, I yell out Fuse’s name.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, rushing my way with Speed and Throttle right behind him.

“Someone needs to warn the others. Brake said something about the devil himself coming.”

“Fuck,” Fuse mutters. He turns on his heel and yells over his shoulder. “Stay here. Speed, Throttle, get the ol’ ladies and kids into the clubhouse,” he commands and calls out for Shock and Steel telling them to follow him.

I don’t know if he understands what Brake meant because I don’t. But regardless, the whole thing scares me. Taking a deep breath, I shove the fear aside because I don’t have time for it right now. I have to get back to Brake and help him. He’s still got to be bandaged up and has two dislocated shoulders to be popped back in place. The guys are doing their part, and I need to do mine.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

LAWSON

Seeing Brake chained up the way he was, his body covered in blood, is all but seared into my brain, and I can’t get it out. What the hell was he thinking? Why would he allow something like that to happen to him? Questions fill my head, and I want to demand answers, but I also want to pummel my fists into the men who claim Brake’s their toy.

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