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escape would present itself, and he’d be ready to react. He worried about Abigail if he didn’t make it back, though he wondered if she was even still alive.
“Do what you want, but I had to unload my burden. I’ve lost so much in my life, but this fucked up crew of outlaws has stuck by me no matter what. You’ve been family to me, when family didn’t exist.”
The barrel of the 9mm pistol shook in Justice’s fist. “What about your thin blue line and brothers of the badge bullshit?”
“Most are okay, the rest are like anybody else. Difference is, they talk a good game until it’s knock off time. The Savage Nation lives the code twenty-four and seven.” He put his hand back out. “SFFS?”
Justice lowered the gun. “I got to think this through. Why now?” His eyes kept the hard glint of distrust.
“It’s about to erupt. I’ve been telling you this. Now, that maniac Gray Man is in the mix. I mean, fuck, Justice. I just helped you torture and murder my boss.”
“No shit, huh?” He eked out a hard laugh at the irony.
“Look, I don’t want to live the life, but I do want you to know I understand why you do what you do. We’re the same. We need that bond, but without the bullshit of rules. I thought the agency shared that, but it was all a pack of crap. How the hell does a legitimate federal agency allow a deviant like Ted Ford to climb to the top?”
Justice stood frozen, but his limbs looked loose, not adversarial. “I’m still stunned you confessed the truth.”
“This is who I am. I owed you an apology but I assure you I’ve no plans to document anything I’ve seen. The agency can’t move forward without my testimony.”
“No shit. They can’t move forward without their boss either.”
“Justice, I have to know, did you do anything to Abigail?”
A headshake to signal no. His eyes shifted between St. John and the pistol in his hand. He began to disassemble the weapon to dispose of it.
“Gave you my word. Even if I did think you were a narc.”
“I can’t get in touch with her,” St. John said, redialing her number.
“You plan on taking her with you?”
“Yes.”
“That might be a problem then. You don’t get to walk off with club property,” Justice said firmly.
“We can dispute that later. We got a whole world of shit to resolve before we find our ass on someone’s BBQ pit.”
Justice’s face forged another layer of intensity. “You feel like lending a hand to a solid man? Dragon Mike has been a trooper at holding down the fort with camp traitors, but I feel like it’s time to take out the trash.” Justice smashed his fists together.
“If it’s all the same to you, I want to get back to Abigail.”
Justice didn’t answer, busied himself making the pistol impossible to locate. When it was gone, his tool kit was also lost forever. His expression, in the hazy licks of early sunrise, showed a warrior who’d placed himself in the trenches on purpose. Whether it was for himself or a greater purpose, Justice Boudreaux lived to do one thing—fight for a cause.
“I think he’s safe for the time being. Texted me a day ago to say he’d be spending a few days away. Met a woman.” St. John laughed.
Justice reached over to high-five him. “Well, so much for old ladies.”
Chapter 12
S t. John wasn’t sure how things would play out back at the clubhouse. His reunion with Abigail was tempered by the fact that the brothers could never know about the conversation he and Justice had had over that river.
Both men crashed the entire day after. St. John’s body was engulfed with not only fatigue, but also the stress over his decision to come straight with Justice. He had no plans to join the outlaw nation, but he sure as hell wouldn’t turn against them.
Pre-dawn came early. St. John’s cell phone buzzed all night. The first time it was Lawless saying they were heading back to Vegas. The rest of the calls—about forty or so—were from Jeff Graham’s
“Do what you want, but I had to unload my burden. I’ve lost so much in my life, but this fucked up crew of outlaws has stuck by me no matter what. You’ve been family to me, when family didn’t exist.”
The barrel of the 9mm pistol shook in Justice’s fist. “What about your thin blue line and brothers of the badge bullshit?”
“Most are okay, the rest are like anybody else. Difference is, they talk a good game until it’s knock off time. The Savage Nation lives the code twenty-four and seven.” He put his hand back out. “SFFS?”
Justice lowered the gun. “I got to think this through. Why now?” His eyes kept the hard glint of distrust.
“It’s about to erupt. I’ve been telling you this. Now, that maniac Gray Man is in the mix. I mean, fuck, Justice. I just helped you torture and murder my boss.”
“No shit, huh?” He eked out a hard laugh at the irony.
“Look, I don’t want to live the life, but I do want you to know I understand why you do what you do. We’re the same. We need that bond, but without the bullshit of rules. I thought the agency shared that, but it was all a pack of crap. How the hell does a legitimate federal agency allow a deviant like Ted Ford to climb to the top?”
Justice stood frozen, but his limbs looked loose, not adversarial. “I’m still stunned you confessed the truth.”
“This is who I am. I owed you an apology but I assure you I’ve no plans to document anything I’ve seen. The agency can’t move forward without my testimony.”
“No shit. They can’t move forward without their boss either.”
“Justice, I have to know, did you do anything to Abigail?”
A headshake to signal no. His eyes shifted between St. John and the pistol in his hand. He began to disassemble the weapon to dispose of it.
“Gave you my word. Even if I did think you were a narc.”
“I can’t get in touch with her,” St. John said, redialing her number.
“You plan on taking her with you?”
“Yes.”
“That might be a problem then. You don’t get to walk off with club property,” Justice said firmly.
“We can dispute that later. We got a whole world of shit to resolve before we find our ass on someone’s BBQ pit.”
Justice’s face forged another layer of intensity. “You feel like lending a hand to a solid man? Dragon Mike has been a trooper at holding down the fort with camp traitors, but I feel like it’s time to take out the trash.” Justice smashed his fists together.
“If it’s all the same to you, I want to get back to Abigail.”
Justice didn’t answer, busied himself making the pistol impossible to locate. When it was gone, his tool kit was also lost forever. His expression, in the hazy licks of early sunrise, showed a warrior who’d placed himself in the trenches on purpose. Whether it was for himself or a greater purpose, Justice Boudreaux lived to do one thing—fight for a cause.
“I think he’s safe for the time being. Texted me a day ago to say he’d be spending a few days away. Met a woman.” St. John laughed.
Justice reached over to high-five him. “Well, so much for old ladies.”
Chapter 12
S t. John wasn’t sure how things would play out back at the clubhouse. His reunion with Abigail was tempered by the fact that the brothers could never know about the conversation he and Justice had had over that river.
Both men crashed the entire day after. St. John’s body was engulfed with not only fatigue, but also the stress over his decision to come straight with Justice. He had no plans to join the outlaw nation, but he sure as hell wouldn’t turn against them.
Pre-dawn came early. St. John’s cell phone buzzed all night. The first time it was Lawless saying they were heading back to Vegas. The rest of the calls—about forty or so—were from Jeff Graham’s
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