Page 50 of Fool's Gold

Jonas chuckled and followed Glitch to the next solid door.

“Myles, we’re getting you out,” Jonas said.

A man’s face appeared at the barred window, and even though the light from my phone didn’t let me see much, I thought he was about our age. He sighed in relief. “Christ, I was convinced I was gonna die. Who’s this?”

Jonas sent me a smile and reached out to grab my hand, his fingers warm against mine. “This is my boyfriend, Ethan.”

“He’s sexy.” Myles whistled.

Behind us were more explosions, and there were gunshots, too. The night erupted into complete chaos. The number of bikers swarming the camp was amazing to see, and I couldn’t help but take in the fucking awesome mess they made. Some of the bikers had lights attached to their jackets so they could see, and it created bizarre flashes of fighting. They grabbed the guards and forced them to the ground, tying their wrists and legs together so they couldn’t move.

The otherwise darkened grounds were lit up with fire as a vehicle that belonged to the camp exploded nearby, and more flashlights blazed to life. Each club handled their own part of this fucked-up rescue mission. The Greek Lords bikers wore masks on their lower faces, and they looked like monsters coming to collect souls for the underworld.

The Bones’ president, Trip, was kicking in the head of a guard on the ground, shouting something I couldn’t hear. He was easy to spot with his deep blue hair and wide build, but when I’d met him, he’d seemed laid-back and cool, the complete opposite of the angry man kicking ass, which made me wonder if he had a history with conversion camps.

The Harlots were making the biggest mess. They tore the camp apart, and my initial assumption that they would slow us down was blown out of the water because they were merciless. I saw a woman with deep pink hair and snake bite piercings bring a bat down on one of the guard’s legs, causing him to scream in pain, and she grinned, clearly enjoying it. Maybe Undertaker wasn’t the coldest person I’d met....

Jonas touched my arm, and I turned back to him with a grin, tilting my head.

“Let’s get out of here,” he pleaded, and even though I was shit at reading people, I saw the fear in his eyes, as though everything that had happened to him in this place had finally caught up to him. “Please, I want to leave.”

I cuddled him close to my chest and kissed his forehead. “Not yet, baby. We’ve gotta finish this once and for all so they don’t do this shit again.”

He stared up at me, eyes glittering, and nodded. “Okay.” He glanced over my shoulder and pointed at one of the guards lying on the ground, curled up in front of a Harlot as she kicked him in the face. His nose was bloody and he tried to twist away from her. “Him. Hurt him. His name is Gerard, and he put us in those cells. He enjoys every second of the sick crap he does in this place.”

I nodded, hunger to hurt that fucker making me step away from Jonas. I stalked my way over to Gerard and stopped beside a Harlot with black hair and a septum piercing. She was tall and curvy, wearing a leather corset that propped up her boobs in a way that might’ve interested me if I was into women. Jonas was right behind me, his footsteps quiet compared to the screaming and gunshots happening around us.

“We want a turn with him.” I gave Gerard a pointed look. “He hurt my boyfriend.”

The Harlot raised her eyebrows and held up her palms. “He’s all yours, sugar.” The thick Southern accent surprised me for a moment, but I finally nodded in thanks as she stepped away.

Jonas moved closer to Gerard, who raised his gaze from where he lay on the ground. Gerard was a big man, muscular and wide, and while Jonas was ripped, too, Gerard had something Jonas didn’t—a gun. The weapon was gone now, probably taken by the Harlot, but earlier today he could’ve murdered Jonas in cold blood. The idea that this man had threatened my boyfriend had me shooting forward, kicking him across the jaw.

Crack.

Gerard screamed, a bone in his face jutting through the skin. When I went to kick him again, Jonas grabbed my elbow, stopping me.

He shook his head. “Let me do it.”

“Are you sure, baby?” He was such an angel that he couldn’t mean it. I wrapped an arm around him and laid a kiss on the skin behind his ear.

He shivered and inhaled deeply. “Yes, I’m sure. I deserve this.”

“Here, honey.” Another Harlot came up behind us with a bloody baseball bat. She winked as she passed the bat to Jonas. With short brown hair and a scar that traveled across her jaw, she didn’t look like someone to mess with. “Give him a good beating. This scum needs to learn a lesson or two.”

Jonas gave her a small nervous nod and gripped the bat so tightly in his hand that his knuckles turned white. His body shook as he stared down at Gerard. Jonas was just as sweet and innocent in the darkness of the night as he was in daylight. This man was pure, and while he deserved every bit of revenge, the hesitation took too long, and I saw it for what it was. He couldn’t hurt Gerard, not because Gerard didn’t deserve it, but because Jonas was a good person, even after the pain he’d been through.

I reached out and took the bat from him.

He gave me a startled glance.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered, laying another kiss on his cheek. “Let me be your punisher. I will be the one who hurts them for you. I will make them bleed and scream in pain for you. I will have them begging for your mercy while they also ask for God’s help. I will be your justice and your executioner. I’m yours, Jonas.”

“I would never use you that way.” His voice was so soft, and it confirmed he was too sweet for this world, and even this asshole on the ground hadn’t destroyed his good heart.

“You’re not using me.” I cupped his face like he was a precious treasure. “You rescued me from myself, and now it’s my turn to rescue you from anyone who wants to hurt you. Let me be that for you.”

“You saved me first, from that Murph guy.” He smiled, and it broke my heart because I fucking loved it. I didn’t care that we’d only had one date, I would die for him.

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