My hand involuntarily started drifting over his arm and up to his chest.

Sebastian wasn't looking at me when he replied. He was looking at Kettle.

"You let the President know it was Devon McRae." Sebastian's voice was like ice.

The name Devon McRae was familiar, and it took me a few long moments to realize just who the man was.

His boss.

Holy s.h.i.t.

Kettle stiffened at the mention of that name. "That's the arsonist, too?"

"Have you ever seen him there at one of those fires, even once? Cause I sure as f.u.c.k haven't. He always shows up at least an hour after the fire starts. Sick f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d." Sebastian replied.

When Kettle started to rise painfully to his feet, I snarled at him. "You sit your a.s.s down before you fall. I'll go tell the 'President' who it was. Don't f.u.c.king move."

I glared at them both, gave Sebastian a soft kiss on the lips, and left the room. My steps were purposeful as I went down the long hallway back to the waiting room.

I wasn't really sure what I was expecting when I got back to the waiting room the ER nurse had guided them to once they'd arrived, but this wasn't this. Possibly, I could've a.s.sumed that the same people that were there earlier, were there now. That was a big resounding no. They'd multiplied. By at least three.

They no longer fit in the small waiting room. Now they spilled out into the hall.

Some of the other chapters had stayed to do a little gambling and visiting while they were here; so, when I found them all here, most of them wet from the hurricane outside, my heart warmed. They were there for Sebastian. They were family. No matter what conditions tried to keep them from their destination. They'd always be there.

Silas was talking to Stone at the end of the hallway, heads close together as they spoke softly.

I didn't hear anything of what they were saying, and they broke apart as soon as they saw me walking down the hall.

I was still mad. The situation was beyond out of hand, and something needed to be figured out, fast. That man, the one man Sebastian should've been able to trust with his life, had been the one to nearly take it.

And I could care less what the club was about to do to him. Personally, I hoped he burned in h.e.l.l.

Silas must have seen the resolve on my face, and the pain, because he was at my side in moments holding on to me elbows.

I looked back and forth from him to Stone, hesitating.

When Silas gave me a rea.s.suring squeeze and nodded, I told them everything I knew. "He's not really...with us, yet. He's still weak and tired, they started him on the blood, and the nurse thinks as soon as he gets that into him, he'll get some life breathed back into him. Kettle's doing...okay. He needs a bed, but as you can guess, he's not up to leaving Sebastian right now. If you want to go back, I'll wait out here."

Both men had taken me up on the offer. Murder was in their eyes, and I really didn't want to be in on that conversation. The less I knew the better.

That didn't mean I didn't want the man to pay for what he'd done to Sebastian, Kettle, and all those innocent people. It just meant that I didn't want to be witness to what I knew they were about to do.

Payback's a b.i.t.c.h.

Silas Two hours later "You know who I am, big man?" I asked the big piece of s.h.i.t sitting in front of me.

We'd found him at his own f.u.c.king place.

It was obvious to me that the man didn't have the first clue how to commit a crime without getting caught.

My contacts and Sebastian's expertise had figured out it had to be someone that could obtain a certain chemical accelerant, such as a firefighter who taught seminars on what certain types of accelerants do to a fire in any given situation.

My contact had told me, just that morning, about each man that could've done it within a 50 mile radius, and only one single name popped up over and over again. McRae.

That had been why I'd gone to get Baylee and my grandson. I'd told Sebastian, figuring he could hold his own while surrounded by his men that worked with him. But I'd miscalculated, and that had almost cost my son his life.

"You know, it was sloppy to do your playing in your own playground. What did you think was going to happen?" I asked.

Devon McRae, the former firefighter captain, refused to answer.

"My boy idolized you. Had nothing but nice things to say about you for all these years. Then out of the blue I'm getting told by the members that you're treating him badly, but that my boy refuses to say a single G.o.dd.a.m.ned bad thing about you. You were supposed to be a role model as his lieutenant. Not f.u.c.k him over." I barked.

His mouth was closed tightly, and his big fists were balled so hard that the knuckles on his fingers were white.

"And using your own fire axe to do the job? That was sloppier. What, did Sebastian get there and steal your thunder?"

When he still didn't answer, I called to Trance. "Did you find the axe?"

Trance moved up slowly, cautiously. "Got it from the OR nurse. They don't mind releasing murder weapons to the police."

Trance's eyes were gleaming with a muted light. He was overly p.i.s.sed, and that was good for the situation. Anger had a purpose, and in this situation, anger was playing a large part in how they were going to handle this.

"Let me see it." He held out his hand.

I studied the axe that was placed in my hand. The blade and handle was still stained with my son's blood, his life force.

That anger that I was speaking about evaporated at the sight of it. What was left was what I would call...justice.

I raised the axe above my head...and smiled.

Chapter 22.

If I were your pimp, you'd be my favorite hoe.

-Text from Baylee to Luke Sebastian 9 weeks later Baylee was mad as h.e.l.l.

I had been home for six weeks now and I was tired of being there. I felt like a big blob of useless skin.

I wanted to get out and do something. So I'd gone to the clubhouse to work out, and Baylee hadn't been happy.

At all.

In fact, when I was on my way home, I'd seen her pulling out of the driveway in my truck.

I'd moved over to the side of the road and started to stop, but she hadn't even slowed down to speak to me. She'd just flipped me the bird and glared at me the entire time.

Which had only made me smile.

I knew she was just concerned, but I had to get moving some time. And now was as good as any. It'd been six weeks since I was released from the hospital, and nine weeks since the accident. It was bound to happen sometime, and I'd gotten the okay from my doctor for light activity.

And I was grateful. I was extremely tired of fishing and sitting on my a.s.s.

There was one bright spot in my life.

Baylee had moved into my house.

At first, it wasn't a permanent move, only until I was well enough to be there on my own. But, over time, it became something more. Something that meant something to the both of us.

I'd asked her, officially, to move in with me a week ago.

She'd put her house on the market the next day.

She'd started back to work a little over four weeks ago, taking her vacation time to help me get back on my feet.

I'd never been so smothered in my life.

To add to that was the members of my own club. They came by day and night, constantly. One would leave, and another would show up. I hadn't been left alone in well over two months.

I loved them all, but a man could only take so much.

And now, two hours after Baylee had left, she showed up with my truck loaded down with boxes, and I had to control the urge to yell.

I'd told her I'd send my men over there to get the s.h.i.t, but, of course, she'd done it out of spite. Stubborn little b.i.t.c.h.

"What the h.e.l.l is that?" I yelled, stomping down the porch steps until I got to the cab of the truck and yanked her door open.

She glared at me with her arms crossed against her chest. "What is what?" She asked innocently.

My eyes narrowed before I s.n.a.t.c.hed her up from the cab and yanked her bodily against me.

"You know what, you s.h.i.t." I growled against her lips.

"You made me mad." She said indignantly.

She started squirming, and my raging libido came roaring back to life. I'd wanted her for weeks now. Pined for her, and she wouldn't touch me.

It was against doctor's orders, and she'd told me straight up that she wouldn't be touching me until I was released. Which bothered me to no end because I couldn't get myself off with my own hand anymore. My d.i.c.k didn't want my hand. It wanted the real f.u.c.king thing. And the real f.u.c.king thing wasn't giving it to me; I had nine weeks of pent up frustration roaring to jet out of me.

And her body.

She was starting to show. She had a little tiny baby b.u.mp, and it made my d.i.c.k harder than ever to know she was carrying a part of me with her. I was so beyond ready to f.u.c.k the woman that I couldn't stand it.

"Put me down. I weigh too much for you to be picking up." She squealed, as I devoured her neck with my tongue and mouth.

I nipped her shoulder for that foolish comment. "You're not too big, honey. You're just right. Your pretty little a.s.s is perfect for me. Are you fond of these pants?"

I ground my raging erection into her roughly, making her moan.

"No...why?"

My answer was to rip the f.u.c.kers at the crotch seam.

"What about the panties?" I asked, fisting them in my hand.

She shook her head this time, and I tore.

She squeaked adorably.

After that, I wasted no time in unbuckling my belt, unb.u.t.toning my pants, and shoving my pants and underwear down to my knees.

My bare a.s.s. .h.i.t the cool November air, but I didn't relent.

My d.i.c.k was so hard it was unbearably uncomfortable and I needed to be inside of her now.

Leaning forward, I forced her back up against the truck and pinned her body with mine.

I pressed the ruddy head of my c.o.c.k against the heat of her, rubbed the smooth head of it along her seam to coat it in her juices, and then placed it at her entrance.

With one lunge, I was buried to my b.a.l.l.s inside of her.

I hadn't remembered.

My memories didn't do her p.u.s.s.y justice.

She was so hot and slick that I nearly blew my load right then and there.

"I can't wait to come inside of you. I've done nothing but dream of it since I was released from the hospital." I panted, grinding my d.i.c.k even deeper inside of her.

Her eyes were glazed with pa.s.sion as she met mine. "Stop talking and do it then."

f.u.c.k. Yes.

My d.i.c.k was sliding into her like a dream. Her overheated core was hugging my d.i.c.k so tightly that I knew I'd be blowing in a matter of moments.

"Touch yourself. Make yourself come. Quick." I demanded, gritting my teeth in pleasure.

Her hot little hand moved from clutching my shoulder to her c.l.i.t without being asked twice.

Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I removed my eyes from the erotic show she was putting on, willing my d.i.c.k to settle down so I could hold on to my control. What little of it there was.