Chapter Sixteen
Rex
P acking up doesn’t take Dre long at all, with him choosing to only take the necessary items that Immy would need for our journey to Devil’s Point.
He doesn’t want to keep anything from this house of horrors, and I can’t fault him for that.
I doubt anybody in his shoes would want to keep anything that would remind them of the hell they’ve had to live through over the past year.
I think the fact that I reassured him that I’d get him everything he could possibly need once we got to Devil’s Point helped him make the choice to leave near enough everything behind.
I could tell he was worried about not having everything he could possibly need but also struggling with taking anything from this place.
It wasn’t hard to make the decision to tell him to leave anything that wasn’t essential.
I’d do anything to help him, and I’m so fucking thankful he’s not too proud to accept the help I’m offering him freely.
I know we don’t need to worry about getting suitable furniture for Immy.
I can pull the handmade furniture from when I was younger out of storage.
My parents chose to save everything my brothers and I had as babies, just in case we wanted it for our own children in the future.
I never imagined in a million years I’d ever have a need to pull mine out.
I accepted a long time ago that I wouldn’t become a parent.
Hell, I couldn’t even find a partner who wanted to stick around for more than a night or two.
So I couldn’t see children in my future at all.
I’m thankful for my parents’ decision to save everything now more than ever.
Having the furniture on hand means that I don’t need to figure out a way to get new stuff into the house without anyone becoming any the wiser of what I’m doing or why.
I don’t want the mole within The Khaos Group catching wind of anything.
Yet. Not until I have a plan in place to deal with their traitorous ass.
When I get home I know that I need to have a serious conversation with my brothers.
I’m going to have to tell them everything I discovered, and I know they’re going to be understandably pissed at first that I kept them in the dark, but hopefully once they calm down, they’ll understand why I did what I did.
There was just too much going on at the time.
Rescuing Dre was important, but so was everything else that was happening in their lives too.
I made the best decision I could at the time.
Maybe I should ask Dre if I can hold Immy when I tell them.
There’s no chance they’d lose their minds with a baby present.
Man, I can’t wait to see their reactions when I arrive with not only Dre but also Immy. It’s going to be comical.
This situation with the mole does need to be addressed as soon as possible.
They need to be taken out of the fucking game.
Not only because they pose a threat to all the good that The Khaos Group does on a daily basis but also because I won’t believe Dre and Immy are totally safe until they’re out of the picture.
There’s no way after helping Beau and Annmarie escape justice all those years ago that they aren’t connected to them in some way.
Betraying The Khaos Group isn’t something anyone would do lightly.
Not when they have to know the repercussions they’d face if they were caught.
Also, I won’t risk Anarchy and Phantom transporting Beau and Annmarie to The Holding Facility on our property until they’re out of the picture.
I’m not going to risk those fuckers getting away again.
Sure, I could just go and end their worthless existence now, but I want to make sure I’ve got every ounce of information out of them before I do that.
The more information I can get from them, the more criminals we can stop.
For now, they’re being stashed away at one of The Khaos Reapers’ safe houses.
The locations of which hardly anyone has access to.
Outside of the Reapers, there is only one person who knows the safe house locations, and that’s my mother.
She’s most definitely not the goddamn mole.
That I know for sure. She’d rather die than betray The Khaos Group and all the work she’s spent her life doing.
Stashing them away in one of those locations is the safest and best course of action we have right now.
Our journey has been a quiet one, with both Dre and Immy spending the majority of it dozing.
I expected that to be the case with Immy; she’s still really young and spends a lot of time sleeping.
Dre managed to stay awake until we were in my helicopter, and then it’s like life just drained out of him.
I’m not overly worried about that; he’s been through the ringer and needs rest. Good, decent rest, not the shitty kind he’s had to have been getting for the entire time he was held against his will.
There’s no way he got the type of rest he needed in the past year.
I’ve spent enough time around people who have been held against their will to know that.
All things considered, I’m surprised it’s taken him until now to really crash.
He’s undergone so many changes in such a short amount of time.
He hasn’t really had a second to just take a breath and accept the fact that he’s safe.
That he isn’t a prisoner any longer. He’s been so focused on dealing with everything to do with Immy.
Ensuring her safety has been his number one priority.
Just like it should be. He really is made to be her parent.
His protective instincts where she’s concerned can’t be rivaled by anyone. It’s no wonder he’s exhausted.
He’s got to be stressing about his reunion with Wreck too.
I know he’s missed his brother and can’t wait to see him, but their reunion also means he’s going to have to explain what happened.
He’s going to have to reveal the hard truth about their parents.
I don’t envy him at all. If I thought he’d let me, I’d tell Wreck everything myself, but I know this is something he feels he needs to do.
It’s not going to be easy for him; I saw the way he struggled when he was telling Anarchy, Phantom, and me.
When we were just strangers to him. Telling Wreck is a whole new beast.
Whatever happens with their reunion, I’ll be there for him.
He has my support no matter what. I still can’t quite believe the way things have gone with us.
That this extraordinary man wants to be with me.
What the hell did I do to deserve someone like him?
I don’t fucking know, but you won’t find me complaining.
There’s just something about him that I can’t shake; it’s like he’s burrowed under my skin.
I may have only pecked him on the lips, but I still felt that kiss in my very soul.
Hell, I can still feel the lingering touch of his lips on mine all these hours later.
Nobody has ever had an effect on me the way he does.
I want this to work between us more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Deep down in my soul I know he’s it for me.
Even knowing he’s now a parent and that he comes as a pair with Immy doesn’t deter me from wanting a relationship with him.
If anything, it’s a bonus. That little girl is just as special as her Daddy.
Hopefully, one day I’ll get to share the responsibility of being her parent.
I couldn’t think of a better way for this all to go.
Who would have ever thought that when I agreed to look for Dre I’d find someone I could picture spending the rest of my life with?
I can honestly say I never thought this would happen.
I’d all but given up on the dream of finding someone to spend my life with.
Then Dre entered my world. He knocked me off my feet without even trying, by just being himself. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.