“I’m a devil because I don’t listen when people complain and act like wimps,” Avery replies mildly. She glances over at me. “I’ve got her. She’ll be fine.”
“Whatever the fuck is going to happen, I want everyone out of my bay,” Medic suddenly barks, irritation clear. “Do you all know how much fucking equipment and money is tied up in here? You start shooting and fighting, and I’ll have to replace it all, and some of that shit is difficult.”
“You heard him,” Sniper agrees. “Brothers, see that the Misfits are taken to their new accommodations.”
Then he pulls his gun from Silver’s forehead and slams his fist into his face.
Silver drops like a stone.
“I’ve got him, Bullet. We need answers, and you’re liable to kill him. Check on your woman—we’ll handle shit until you can get downstairs.”
Bullet looks like he’s seriously contemplating pulling the trigger, but instead, he yanks the gun back and pistol-whips Arson straight across the face. Then he turns back to where Avery is still checking on Rose.
Sniper nods at Arson and Silver. “You up for helping me?”
“I can’t lift Silver, but I can get Arson down there.”
Sniper gives me a hard look of warning before ordering, “He gets there in one piece, Hulk. Avery will kill me if you tear your stitches.”
“I’ll kill him,” Medic growls irritably, following us out. “All that hard work on his back, and he’s about to undo it—if he hasn’t already.”
“I’m far more scared of her than you, brother,” I drawl, stalking over to Arson and hauling him to his feet. I clamp a hand on the back of his neck and shove him forward toward the door, where the rest of my brothers are already pushing the Misfits out and down toward the cells in the basement.
“And she’s far prettier to look at anyway. Just make sure Bullet doesn’t murder Rose—because I think she might’ve pushed him a little too far with that stunt and getting herself hurt.”
We all exchange an amused smirk as we leave the med room—right as Bullet’s voice roars behind us:
“Woman, your ass is going to be so fucking sore when I’m done with you, you’ll be walking funny for a month! Then I’m going to deny you any good dick for a fucking year after that. Have you lost your fucking mind?”
I don’t hear Rose’s answer, but I swear I hear Avery laugh.
Yeah, I’m going to have to do a lot of talking to convince her not to take the kids and run after this.
But we’ll get there.
I glance at Crypt, who’s standing just outside the door. He gives me a sharp nod to let me know he’s got them under his line of sight.
I shift my focus back to the stumbling Arson.
There’s no more hiding what we know.
It’s time to get this shit out on the table—once and for all.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
AVERY
This entire situation is one fucked up mess.
I rush upto our room, needing to make sure Isla and Sawyer are both okay. I immediately see Theo standing guard outside our room, and when he catches sight of me, he opens the door and steps aside. When I run inside, I see Isla and Sawyer playing a card game of some kind with Thea in the middle of the bed. I nearly collapse in relief.
Thea’s head snaps up, and her eyes look over me, assessing. They pause on my face, her expression hardening, and her blue eyes going frigid. Isla and Sawyer look at me, and they quickly jump up and rush to me. “I’m going to kick their ass,” Sawyer vows darkly as he stares at my cheek after giving me a tight hug.
“You’ll do nothing,” I warn him with a hard stare. “Leave it to the men around here. They won’t take kindly to a sixteen-year-old boy getting in their way. I’m getting that there is more to what’s going on here than what I’ve been told, and whatever it is,we don’t want to be in the middle of it.” I look at Thea over Isla’s head, who is wrapped tightly around me, refusing to let me go.
Thea holds my stare, and I can tell that she’s struggling a bit not to reply to that, but loyalty to her man and the club keeps her mouth shut. “Did you get ice for your cheek?” she asks.
“Medic put some on it before I came up.”
