Chapter 37 Jax
There were only a few more months left until the divorce was settled and I was counting the days.
Vadon was lucky he lived two hours away—far away from me and my wrath.
After his stunt I wasn’t going to take any chances.
From this point forward I would be going and I didn’t care if he knew.
That scoundrel. What I really didn’t like was what Faye told me she saw in her rear view mirror.
I tried to convince her she was in fight or flight and could have imagined it, but something about it didn’t sit well with me.
Faye was always vague about the bastard.
Not ever wanting to talk about him. I could tell the mere mention of his name was a trigger.
I needed to start doing some digging on my own.
Who was this bastard and why was my girl so terrified of him?
He was a weakling, a mortal that could bleed.
I tucked the girls into bed and stood over Faye, rubbing her hair.
I watched her sleep, exhausted from the emotional and mental turmoil of her day.
It hurt to watch her sleep so peacefully, yet be so tortured by the memories of him, of me, while still wide awake.
I clenched my jaw, knowing I had something to do about the pain.
It still ached at my bones. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed myself a drink.
I was about to take a sip of it when I noticed Ryker sitting in the living room eating what looked like a pie. A fucking pie at two a.m.
“Bro, what the fuck?” I switched on the lights and Ryker laughed, as crumbs from the pie fumbled from his mouth. “You almost died, you realize that?” I smacked him upside the head.
“Sorry, I was starving!” Ryker said, chugging a glass of milk. Creed walked in, grabbing one for himself.
“What’s with the reunion?” Creed chugged the milk from the carton. Barbaric.
“Seems like none of us can sleep.” Ryker scraped off his plate.
“Something is coming.” I sat, pouring myself black coffee.
“I feel it too, brother,” Ryker said, as we all looked at each other knowingly. We could instinctively feel something dark, darker than us, on the brink.
“Ryker, I need a favor from you.” I let the bitter coffee settle in my bitter soul.
“Name it,” he said, rinsing off his dish and cup, waiting for his orders.
“I’m at your beck and call as well, brethren. Avi has gone to Mexico to visit some family for the holidays, so I’m all yours.” Creed patted me on my shoulder.
I handed them a list of names, a list I intricately put together while the girls slept peacefully.
I, on the other hand, have been up, wanting to kill this motherfucker, and the time would indeed come.
“I need information. As deep as you can go, sealed documents, everything. I want this whole fucking family’s names, addresses, socials, and the last time they shit out of their asses.
You guys got it?” Ryker and Creed looked like hound dogs ready to pounce.