Cowboy Chapter
Cowboy:
I hated riding back to St. Augustine without my old lady on my bike.
What made it worse was that she was confined to the same vehicle as Jordan.
I knew he wouldn’t be able to harm her, nor say anything, but it was the principle of it.
I distracted myself from my missing Saranya by fantasizing about what I’d do to Jordan Neely for daring to touch what wasn’t his.
He’d pay the ultimate price. He’d give me his life.
My bloodthirsty alpha male side was in full battle mode.
I wanted him to feel excruciating pain and to suffer before dying.
Since it was the early hours of the morning, we made good time and were back at the compound an hour and ten minutes after leaving the scene.
The house and the truck had been wiped down.
Hopefully, we got all of ours, as well as any DNA belonging to Saranya.
We left Jordan’s truck where it was, with the lights and television on in the house.
Hell, we even remade the bed with fresh sheets.
Anyone investigating would be left with the impression that he had disappeared without explanation.
The lights in the clubhouse were shining brightly despite the time.
I knew the other brothers and prospects would be waiting there.
As for the ladies and kids, they surely would be home in their beds.
Wolverine stopped long enough at the clubhouse to let Saranya out.
After I took custody of her, he drove through the compound.
He was headed to the back corner of the fenced-in property.
That was where we had our swamp box, the name given to the prison we used to detain, question, and torture our enemies.
Jordan would stay there until we decided to take care of him.
That would wait until I got her settled.
The other guys greeted us as we entered the clubhouse.
Voices were loud and overlapped as they asked what had happened and welcomed Saranya back.
As the others did at the house we rescued her from, my brothers who remained behind had to hug her.
I pretended to mind, but in actuality, I loved to see her so readily accepted.
Knowing the brothers who remained behind wanted details, I offered to take her home to rest, but she refused. Instead, she stayed, partook of the food made by the other women, and had a stiff drink. We all needed those.