Page 44 of Brake's Intent

Lighting a match on one side of the room, I toss it, move to the other side, and repeat the process. I keep doing this throughout the whole house, watching as each room goes up in flames. By the time I make it out, the entire place is ablaze with fire. I light one last match and flick it onto the porch seeing a dead Pocket in the corner with its head decapitated from its body.I guess Tyres wasn’t playing around in ensuring the damn snake didn’t survive a bullet.

Fine with me.

Hopping off the burning porch, I join the rest of my brothers and turn back to watch as the fire rages on in an inferno. There’s a part of me that feels lighter than it ever has before watching the past burn. But another part knows this is just the beginning. It’s not over. Not by a long shot.

Taking a breath, I turn to Chains and the others. “Let’s go.”

Nodding, he raises a hand and circles his fingers in the air, motioning for us all to head back to the airboats. The air is heavy around us all. My brothers know with this message we’re sending, war has started, and now we wait for them to make their move.

Until then, I intend to make sure Faye and Lawson are taken care of. That they know what they mean to me. And in doing that, I’m going to spend as much time as possible with them while I heal. Because when all hell breaks loose, nothing is guaranteed. But I don’t have any intentions of letting those motherfuckers win, and neither do my brothers.

We’ll do what it takes to ensure the safety of our families.

Climbing onto the airboat, I think of what Faye will do when she sees me. The look she’ll give me and probably the lecture about my shoulders. I have to kiss her and take her to the room to show her just how good I am right along with Lawson. I love both of them and intend to make it through what comes next so we can spend the rest of our lives together.

EPILOGUE

SPEED

Six Weeks Later. . .

There’s nothing worse than not being able to ride free and clear without having to watch your back. Even more so when you’re on edge. Honestly pisses me off that I can’t just go out on my bike, clear my head, and do something. It’s like I’m going insane.

We’ve been on guard since everything went down with Brake, and secrets that turn my stomach were revealed. I hate that he went through that shit and didn’t tell anyone. But I get it. I grew up in a house not much different when it came to abuse, but nothing like what he endured.

Fuck.

I push the lid down on those thoughts and shove them to the back of my mind. There’s no way in hell I’m going down that rabbit hole. No fucking way.

Sitting at the bar, I nurse a beer wishing I could be out riding my bike instead. My bike and being out on the road are one of the two things that ease the tension that fills my brain in stressful situations. That or fucking, and there’s no way in hell I’m getting near any of the strays here. I grew tired of them years ago and prefer to find outside pussy. But it’s not always easy finding someone who can handle me.

I’m not called Speed for nothing. I ride fast. Fuck fast and hard. Take life by the balls and live it how I want. And I’ve got a thing for kink. Granted, that’s not part of the reason they call me Speed, but it’s part of me fucking. I take a woman hard and fast, leaving her aching for more. I don’t slow for anything or anyone.

There’s no reason for it. It’s not like I’ll find someone who can handle me and my needs. Because of this, I prefer my bike and being on the road. I don’t have to worry about if I’ll hurt someone while I’m riding them.

“You good, brother?” Lynch asks, taking a stool beside me and motioning to a prospect to get him a beer. Usually, Tiny’s working though this is against Chains’s demands she not, but lately, she’s been doing other shit, I guess with her kids or Chains.

I’ve noticed all the brothers who have ol’ ladies haven’t been letting them far from them. Their kids, either. I don’t blame them. This shitstorm isn’t a joke.

“I’m good, what about you?” I ask and lift my beer to my lips.

“Got a call from Harlow,” he mutters. Harlow’s his sister, and he lost her years ago because of some shit that went down when she was a teenager.

“How’s she doing?” I ask.

“She says she’s good, but I’ve got a feeling something’s up.” He grimaces.

“What do you mean? You think it’s anything to do with that Perrin fucker?” If it is, it means Chains is right and they went after them first.

“Don’t know.” Lynch shakes his head and drinks some bitter brew before looking at me. “Just something about the way she talked tells me something’s up.”

“You know if there is, she’s in good hands,” I assure him. “Ranger won’t let anything happen to her, and he definitely ain’t about to let her out of his sight if trouble is brewing.”

That’s one thing no one needs. Something to affect Harlow, Raven, or Victoria. The moment that happens, all hell will rain down, and blood will flow. Not just because of them being who they are and holding the skillsets they do as the contract assassins known as the Harpy, Silent Night, and Dark Spirit. You still have to deal with their men. Tracker is one of the best men out there to track someone down. Blaze will kill anyone that gets in his way or comes near his family. There’s also Ranger, who will fuck you up for even daring to look at his woman in any way he doesn’t like.You have the club to go through when it comes to them.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I don’t think of Harlow and what’s going on. This shit is fucked up,” he grumbles. “We’re having to wait to see what move they’re doing, and for all we know, they’ve made one, and we just don’t know it yet.”

“You’d be right,” Chains growls from behind us getting our attention.

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