“You trying to get yourself killed?” he asks.
“Could kill you right here and nobody back home would give much of a fuck about it,” I say.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Yeah, you probably could. But you won’t.”
“Whys that?”
He grins. “Because I have an in and I’m going to make ending them that much more fun for you guys. Not even one Beast will bleed and yet, they’ll all fucking die.”
“But we have to wait.”
Jaguar snorts. “Yeah, gotta wait.”
“Because of some snatch?”
He shakes his head slowly. “Yes and no.”
“Care to explain? Because Dragon has been tight-lipped and I gotta say, I’m not very fucking happy about that shit, not one bit.”
Jaguar licks his lips, his gaze flicking down to his boots before he slowly brings it back up to meet mine. I’m all fucking ears, eager to figure out why exactly we can’t get these fucks wiped from the earth and also why Dragon gives a single fuck what a traitor like Jaguar thinks and why he’s listening to him and following his lead on any of this shit.
“She’s seventeen,” he rasps.
“And? All this for some little girl, brother, I’m going to need a fuck of a lot more information than that shit.”
He sighs. “She’s the president’s daughter,” he grumbles.
I arch a brow, waiting for what is going to come next, because if this is just some shit about him getting his dick wet with a kid, I’m going to lose my fucking mind on him.
“This club is fucked, brother,” he goes on, and as much as I want to correct him on the fact that he’s not my fucking brother since he became a goddamn traitor, I don’t. “It’s tradition for the brothers of this club to pull a train on the members’ daughters when they turn eighteen.”
“What the fuck?” I breathe.
“I’ve seen it happen once, I couldn’t fucking believe it was real. I’d heard rumors that they did some sick shit, but I couldn’t believe it, not until I saw it with my own fucking eyes.”
“And you got blue balls for her, yeah?”
“She’s gorgeous, sure. But she’s also sweet and kind. She’s not some hard bitch. She fucking volunteers for Meals on Wheels.”
Nodding my head, I flick my gaze from him to the clubhouse grounds, then shift my attention back to him. “So, you want all of us to wait until when for this girl?”
“If she disappears before she’s eighteen there’ll be a missing person put out on her and if I’m gone, then they’ll figure that shit out real fucking quick.”
“So you’re gonna wait until after the train?” I ask, arching a brow.
He shakes his head, narrowing his eyes on mine and presses his lips together. “Taking her before, fuckface,” he snaps.
“What happens when you come back. You’re comin’ back, yeah?”
The slight topic change is probably not one that he wants to discuss, but I want to know what his fucking plans are. I’m not going to wait on this shit if he’s just going to keep running and not face the consequences of the attempted goddamn murder of his own brother.
That’s fucking rich, right? Me complaining about Jaguar running from his past when I’m on the verge of taking the fuck off myself. I’m such a goddamn hypocrite.
“I’m coming back. That’s the whole deal. I come back and face the shitstorm that I created.”
“The girl?” I ask.
He shrugs a shoulder before he gets a faraway look in his eyes. “Don’t know.”
“All this for a don’t know, brother? You’re gonna need to get your shit in order.”
His head whips around and his eyes find mine almost instantly. “You think I’m the man to pick a woman? My track record is fucked, Hawk. Just as fucked as yours. That fucking cunt I was with, I let her turn me against my club.
“Della didn’t want me, and I fucking made her miserable, tried to force her to be mine. Practically fucking raped her. I’m not the man for that sweet girl, I’m not the man for any girl.”
“I killed my Old Lady and the mother of my child,” I point out. “Proposed and branded Avah last night. People can change, you’re allowed to find your happiness.”
“If you’re so happy, how come you look like you’re on the verge of running far and wide?”
He’s not wrong. As much as I want him to be, he’s simply not. “Because I’m a coward, just like you are.”
Jaguar growls, but doesn’t say anything. He can’t. He knows I’m fucking right and it takes one to know one in this case.
“I’ll let you have your play. My plans were to go behind Dragon’s back. I want these fucks to suffer for what they did and tried to do to Trista and Leighton. They’re sick and they need to be taken down.”
Jaguar lets out a laugh. “Seems we went from being badasses to being fucking vigilantes. Maybe we should go straight and legit too?”
This time we both laugh together. “The day the Beasts are legit is the fucking day I drop dead where I stand, brother. No money in being legit.”
“No fuckin’ shit, right?”
There’s a moment of silence, neither of us speaks as we just stare. I look straight ahead, seeing absolutely nothing as my mind wanders to thoughts of Avah and the way she looked this morning.
The moment that I saw her, the bruises on her neck, when I realized that I hurt her and the way she had a flicker of fear in her gaze when she looked at me, no matter how much she tried to hide it, I saw it right there front and fucking center.
Maybe there is something in going legit. Maybe Avah wouldn’t be in the danger that she’s in just being near me if we went legit. Maybe we would all go fucking broke and be goddamn miserable.
“Thinkin’ about that shit, huh?” Jaguar asks.
“Yeah, thinkin’ we’d be boring
