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“So, if you’ve caught the traitor, does that mean you are finally coming home?” he confirms, and I wince as I look at Axel, who gives me a nod to explain my plans despite having that fucker chained before him.

I haven’t had my medical check done yet, and until I figure out what the fuck is wrong with my shoulder and knee, I can’t return home. As much as I love my sister, I can’t have her taking over my medical care, demanding Doc to do what is needed without my say-so and to take over from Dr. Thomas, Hawks dad.

I sigh and admit, “No, I'm not, not yet anyway,” and Dad growls, but I continue, “I’m just not ready yet.”

“What is really going on, Bradley?!” he demands just as Jimmy growls, “Can you hurry that fucking call along? Sophie and I have plans, and she’ll fucking flip knowing you have me chained up!”

Ink growls loudly, and I notice Gunner holding him back while I raise a brow as Dad mentions, “Sounds like the man has a thing for Ink's old lady.”

And that is exactly what I thought.

The fucker is trying his hardest to bring down the club while keeping Sophie close.

I hum in agreement and mention, “I’ll call you back, Dad,” and he retorts, “You better, or I’m coming after you,” before hanging up, and as I put my phone back into my cut, I ask Jimmy, “How long have you had a thing for Sophie?!”

Ink looks my way sharply, but I don’t take my eyes off the fucker who is now glaring my way.

“Since middle school, but the bitch didn’t recognize me when I joined the club a few months ago. My plan was to get Ink locked up so she’d finally realize I was hers and that the brats were better off at boarding school. Then you fucking came into town and ruined everything,” he sneers like an idiot, completely forgetting his predicament and Axel growls before his anger takes over.

He stabs his knife into the fucker’s hand, who looks at it in shock, the pain not yet registering, and I smirk as the men around me chuckle.

Guess the idiot thought the Untamed were all talk. I mean, why else would the fucker basically stalk and befriend an old lady and believe said old lady had sway to get him out of this room?

“I fucking love it when they don’t register the pain straight away,” I hear Hawk mutter, and I nod in agreement just as the idiot's screams echo in the room.

“Y-You stabbed me, you –”

His terrified scream is cut off with a shocked gasp as Axel pulls his knife out of the idiot's hand before stabbing it into his gut.

“I thought we just had clubwhores to worry about,” Dagger sighs, and I admit, “Some men think they are God's gift to women, and as soon as a woman refuses, they turn nasty.”

“You sound like you’ve seen this before,” Ink grunts, and I nod.

“More times than I can count,” I reply, Anchor and Summer’s situation hitting me, the way her mama wanted her inheritance and forced her with some fucker who helped her be kidnapped and held for months. Her ex tried to beg his boss to allow him to rape her instead of the clients, nearly killing her.

Their son Kai was a product of rape, and throughout her pregnancy, Summer was adamant about giving him up for adoption. Anchor fell in love with the boy like he was his own before Summer even gave birth.

The kid is now three and the spitting image of his mama, who, I will admit, sometimes struggles.

I’ll notice her looking at the boy as he grins, trying to see if he has any resemblance to one of her rapists, and she will sometimes struggle to be near him. You can see the love she holds for him as well, along with the guilt when she distances herself from him.

“Ink, come finish the fucker off, he’s your kill,” Axel growls and Ink replies, “Fucking gladly,” as he stalks over to the fucker who pleads, “No, please, look, I’m sorry okay, but she was mine first, she –”

His words cut off with a scream as Ink takes the knife from Axel and stabs it into his cheek, and fuck, even I wince.

I think things are about to get fucking bloody.

***

“Fuck, Ink, that was gruesome,” I shudder as we walk into the common room an hour later, and Ink grunts, his frustration and anger still following from him. I wince knowing Sophie is fucked if she tries to speak to him.

He hasn’t stayed at home in weeks for fucks sake, and a few days ago, she accused him of fucking the clubwhores. Even knowing she is the reason for their distance with how she had clung to Jimmy.

I think the brother is at the end of his rope.

“Brother, don’t make me purposely hurt myself to get you to smile,” I grunt, and the fucker’s lips twitch at the thought, as Axel snaps, “No more hurting yourself, your shoulder and knee are already fucked up.”

Ink finally chuckles, but a scowl soon takes place when we hear, “Jackson, have you seen Jimmy? He was going to come help me at the vet office today after we got some coffee,” and I wince again.