Page 61 of Daddy’s Fortitude

She stared out at the Rage Ranch, then smiled and grabbed a bat.

Time to have some fun.

Aimee smashed the crowbar against a car window. She’d swapped out the bat after five minutes. Swinging a bat got really tiring after a while.

Not that the others seemed to have that issue. Even Honey was swinging the bat around like it weighed nothing.

The glass smashed and satisfaction filled her as she stood back, taking a break. She’d checked in on Keira a couple of times, but she seemed to be doing fine.

“You okay?” Ammo asked, suddenly appearing.

She jumped, glaring at him. “You need to stop doing that!”

“What? Checking in on you? You could easily hurt yourself. You should be wearing a helmet.”

“Are you going to wear a helmet?” she asked.

“No.”

“Is anyone else?”

He frowned. “No. But we’re trained in this sort of thing.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you have to be trained to smash stuff up.”

“Take that, asshole!” Honey cried.

Aimee glanced over to see her standing on the top of an old ute, smashing the top of it with a mallet. Wow. Aimee didn’t even think she’d be able to lift that.

“I’m good. Thanks for checking in but this is making me feel much better.” She turned to an old washing machine and started to bash it with enthusiasm.

An hour later, she took off her gloves and eye protection, then put the bat away. She gave Hank a wide smile.

“Enjoyed that, did you?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. I really enjoy destroying shit.”

“Me too,” Honey said. “We need one of these rage ranches back home.”

Zander nodded. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Once the baby’s come, I want to do it too,” Keira said.

Aimee felt bad that she’d been sitting out here with nothing to do. But she didn’t look mad.

“Are you doing okay there, Little thief?” Zander said, walking over to her.

“Oh, yeah. Hank came back with snacks and water for me, as well as a couple of magazines. I’ve been doing great. Watching you guys was fun. You were really getting into it there, Aimee.”

Yeah, it had been surprising how much she had enjoyed it. “I think I have far more rage inside me than I knew.”

Hank nodded. “You’d be surprised at the people that come out here to get rid of some anger. Pretty sure you’ll sleep well tonight, darlin’.”

Ammo moved up next to her, frowning at Hank.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked him as Hank moved away to start up the truck.

“Don’t like the way he looks at you,” Ammo muttered, and then he walked off toward the truck. She followed him with a sigh.