Page 114 of Ruger's Rage
"After everything he's done?—"
"Exactly," I cut her off gently. "After everything he's done, you deserve peace. Not more blood on your hands or in your memories."
She doesn't look convinced, but doesn't keep trying to argue with me.
"I need to check on Sarah this morning," she says instead. "And Kinsey. She killed her own father last night. No matter how much he deserved it, that's got to be messing with her head."
I nod, relieved at the change of subject. "Go. Take Ellie with you. I'll handle club business."
Relief flashes briefly in her eyes, making me wonder if she actually wanted to be present for Marco's end or if she just felt obligated to witness it.
Either way, I'm not letting her watch what I plan to do to the man who stole her child.
Forty minutes later, she and Ellie head out to visit Sarah at the makeshift medical room we've set up in one of the cabins.
Porter's been there all night, refusing to leave his ol' lady's side.
The moment their car clears the gate, I call Bloodhound, Ounce, and Maddox to my office.
"Today we deal with Marco," I tell them without even saying hello. "I want this handled before Tildie returns."
Maddox’s massive frame fills the doorway. "What'd you have in mind?"
"Something fitting." I meet each man's gaze. "You all know what he did to Tildie. Pushed her down a flight of stairs when she was pregnant. Killed her unborn child."
"Poetic," Ounce comments with a cold smile.
"There's an abandoned office building off Highway 19," Bloodhound suggests. "Three stories, concrete stairwell. Secluded enough that no one will hear anything."
I nod. "Perfect. Grab him from the basement, make sure he's secured. We leave in twenty."
As my brothers move to do what I’ve asked, a commotion erupts outside.
There’s shouting, bikes revving, the sound of the gate alarm blaring.
I stride out, hand automatically reaching for the gun at my waistband.
Through the gate, a familiar figure approaches on a black Harley, flanked by three others wearing Grim Vultures patches.
"Viper," I mutter, tension coiling through my body.
Bloodhound appears at my shoulder. "Want me to send them packin’?"
"No," I decide, watching the riders approach cautiously. "Let's hear what he has to say."
Viper kills his engine just inside our gates, removing his helmet as brothers surround him, weapons ready.
He looks older than when I last saw him, silver threading through his dark beard, deep lines etched around his eyes.
The road has taken its toll, just as it does to all of us eventually.
"Ruger," he greets me with a respectful nod. "Hope you don't mind the unexpected visit."
"Depends on why you're here," I reply, maintaining a neutral expression.
He dismounts, motioning for his men to stay where they are. "But circumstances change. I'm here to see my daughter."
"Your what?"
