Page 140 of Hostile Saint

“Never, huh?”

“No.” He was far too pleased with himself. “In fact, my men—when done killing yours—will be here to collect my investment.”

Suspecting where this conversation was headed, I lifted a daring brow. “Investment?”

“Yes. That would be you. My property.”

Ready to never see this man again, I licked my teeth. “You should’ve been smart enough to modify yourself.”

Totally intrigued, he asked, “Oh really? Why is that?”

“Then you could have heard my dad, behind you.”

The man didn’t share one more word before his body jolted, due to the knife that had just been shoved into his back.

From over the man’s shoulder, Lynx growled in his ear, “He’s. My. Boy.”

As the man’s knees buckled and his body wavered, he spoke in eerie awe. “So, there truly is strength in love, after all.” His eyes glossed over. “Interesting.”

As he dropped to the ground and slumped to his side, Lynx growled, “When you see that pussy of a Devil, tell him Lynx said, ‘Stay on your knees where you belong, bitch’.”

Even though we still did not know what SAIL was precisely, or how many more facilities they had, we weren’t going to let them keep this one. With the help of unexpected guests, all dead bodies had been dragged inside and set on fire.

I couldn’t believe Eagle and a few of his men had driven in once they heard about the Kansas rat. Since they were behind, they skipped right on through Kansas and caught up to us in Missouri, just in time to intercede SAIL’s security. That’s why that gunfight ended so quickly. The herd was as thick as the emblem manes on their leathered backs.

As we watched the building burn, I asked, “Not one sign of my mother?”

Lynx solemnly shook his head. “I’m sorry, son.”

My heart ached. Finding her for my dad would have felt so righteous, so complete. Now, I could only hope she wasn’t suffering somewhere, under the control of whoever else was involved with SAIL.

I knew one thing would make him proud.

Far from the burning building, Justice and other Stallions were caring for all the children that were huddled together, blankets tucked over their little shoulders. All waters we had carried in our backpacks, for us, were now in kids’ hands.

Dagger jogged up to us. “Time to roll out. Oz is about to send the location to the cops. These kids need medical care and food. And,” he pointed to the pillows of smoke floating higher, “that may draw some unwanted attention.”

Justice was still over by the kids. “Stay put. Help is coming. Stay together. Okay?”

Little heads tiredly nodded.

She looked stressed, not wanting to leave the kids for fear they would run and get separated. So, I went to her. “They won’t go anywhere. They’re drugged.”

Her hands made fists as her huge eyes welled. “Can I kill them all over again?”

“No.” I pointed to the kids. “But now they can live.”

Staring at them, she swallowed. “Okay.”

Lynx eyed me. “You good?”

Gazing back at the building enveloped in flames, I sighed, trying to let this time in my life go. “Yeah, let’s get back to Pretty Girl.”

With his arm around my neck, he yanked me in, kissed my hair, then shoved me away. “You have a hell of a wedding gift to give her.”

Oz and Eagle were ready for us to get a move on.

Oz was insistent, “We got this. Go. We know other back roads to avoid cops.”