fact he was an idiot just taking the job, Snap has fifty pounds on the guy, the guy was armed with a knife, Snap with a gun, and this night ended with Snap blowing a hole through his jugular and not another way, it has a silver lining. And when Chew gets found, he has another charge landing on top of the two hundred and fifty we’re already prepared to lodge against him.”
Another thing they knew from this, Chew was not getting close to Chaos personally.
And he was tapped out.
“It’s gonna take some time to have the higher-ups sign off on this, but not a man or woman, even the DA, has a knife to his throat and a gun on his belt and is not gonna take that shot. From Snapper’s injuries and the disturbances at the scene, Snap tried to end this a different way. Out of options and with a man intent on ending him, he used deadly force,” Eddie said then turned to Snap. “You’ll be good. Just don’t leave town.” Eddie’s eyes swung through them all. “Or do anything stupid.”
He got no promises for that.
Eddie didn’t wait for them.
He flicked a hand and walked away.
“Keely’s already with Rosalie,” Hound said. “I got Snap. We’ll get his truck. We’ll stay with them tonight.”
“Rebel’s with her too,” Rush pointed out.
“And so is Roscoe, Dutch and Jag,” Tack assured Snapper. “She’s covered, brother.”
“Me tonight,” Hound declared.
“I got my woman,” Snap spoke.
“And see to her. I’ll see to the doors,” Hound replied.
“Let him, brother,” Rush said low to Snapper.
Snap’s jaw bulged before he nodded. And Rush got that, him wanting just Rosalie after tonight, not a house full of people. But safe was far better than sorry.
Rush gave his dad a look.
Tack read the look, corralled Hound and they shifted away.
Rush moved to Snap.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Snap clipped.
“Right, okay. You do . . .” Rush said no more.
Snapper’s eyes drifted to Hound. “Keely’s gonna be fucked up by this.”
“You think Hound’s hanging tight at your house with Keely there, and you know Dutch and Jag won’t leave, just to show you the love?” Rush asked.
Snapper looked to him.
“He’s showing you the love,” Rush said quietly. “He’s also making it crystal this was not history repeating. You’re alive, upstairs in bed with your woman. Keely’s downstairs, on your pullout with her man. This sitch has had an entirely different ending. You keep them close, brother, you’re doin’ Hound a favor.”
Snap’s chest heaved with the breath he took.
And Rush thought that him being able to stand there and do that was the best thing he’d seen in a decade.
“Go home,” he urged. “Rosalie’s probably worried sick. Get your truck. See to your girl. I’ll ride behind Hound. You’re covered.”
Snap took a second before he nodded.
Then he made a move.
Carefully, Rush reached out and grabbed his forearm, taking his hand away the minute Snap turned back just in case he was still jumpy.
“When you’re ready to talk, brother,” he repeated his offer.
He again left it at that.
Snap looked in his eyes.
“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”
Hell yeah.
“You fuckin’ are, brother,” Rush growled.
Snap jerked up his chin.
And only then did they move out.
Naomi
Around seventeen minutes later . . .
She heard the crash, opened her eyes and lay still in her bed.
That moment of stillness was her undoing.
She did not get her hand to the gun that was resting on her nightstand.
Instead, she was dragged out of bed and beaten about the face, mostly pistol whipped, until he switched just to fists.
She felt two teeth go, her nose go, and she was glad she was barely conscious when he ripped her panties from her.
“Tack’s had this. Tack’s been all up in here. Now this snatch is mine,” he grunted.
There was still love, Mom.
Her eyelids fluttered.
If you got it in you to do one thing for me and Tabby, save us from you bein’ delivered to Chaos under a sheet.
She should have listened to her son.
She should have listened to her beautiful boy.
Now she was going to go.
And her two babies would mourn her.
She’d given them nothing to mourn.
But they just would. That was them.
They had so much of their father in them.
Her lids drifted fully closed.
And her last thought before she passed out was that she would never meet Playboy.
Tack
One hour, fifteen minutes later . . .
He swallowed the moan of her orgasm down his throat as he felt it throb around his