Tainted Love Book 2
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E. J. Lace
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I Said Justice, but Vengeance Works Too
Savannah
âYou are not killing someone, Savannah!â
Grave starts talking about how Iâm never going to be able to undo it, and how it weighs on the conscience. What if somebody found out? How would this affect me in the long term?
He insists on being the one to kill Matthias.
âHow the fuck do you think youâre going to lure Mathias out of the compound and kill him? Hmm? If it was easy, Lucien would have done it. Now, hear me out.â
I start explaining my plan. I tell Grave how pussy makes men stupid, especially the prospect of living out a real life porn.
âYour idea is to break down in front of the Hell Raidersâ clubhouse and talk Barns into fucking on the side of the road while waiting for a tow truck. Are you kidding me?â Grave asks.
I pop my lips with a nope and cross my arms, with the cock of my hip.
âI know porn, I also know how sexy I am. All I need to do is set the scene. You know bikers, want to help? Get me close enough. Mess with the car enough so it breaks down in their cameraâs sight. Let them fact check me.
âI hate lying anyways,â I say. âI need to stick as close to the truth as possible. Iâll say I was heading to town, broke down and need a tow.â
âI could break down in front of the club, look all frustrated and damsel in distress, go to the gate and: âHello? Can I please please plug my phone up? My battery is dead and I need a tow or something. Iâm not from around here.â
âWhich will get me in the club, letting me work my magic and meet Mathias. Iâll be all: âWell, hello,â and lather on the wanna-fuck-me vibe, which will get him to take the bait, letting me go all: âBut the tow truck will be here soon. Letâs fuck in my car.â
âWhich gets him out the gates. He will feel safe enough since itâs just right there. I could lead us right off camera and bang. Headshot. Nina justice.â
Dane nods, here for moral support if nothing else.
âWhat about after? His body? The club hearing it? The blood? Getting out, we only have a police grade and issued SUV, tracking, them knowing your face and hunting you, heat brought back to our club, a war, and Jonah.â
I click my tongue and start to think.
âOkay, okay soâŠfor one he started this. He killed Nina.â
âIt doesnât matter, Savannah. You canât get justice every time. Itâs not always clean cut payback. This isnât beating a rich kid up with a dildo. This is murder. Killing someone.â
I get angry and irritated but I canât help it. This pisses me off. Mathias does NOT get to live after taking Ninaâs life. It doesnât work like that and I refuse to allow it.
My mother is dead, I canât point fingers at anyone specifically.
Damon, Dane, Daxon and Darrion can. They deserve justice for the death of their mother. Like anyone should.
Lucien will not stop shitting on my momâs name, hating me and my family until this man is brought down.
There has to be a way.
âItâs not about finding a way, Savannah, itâs about the repercussions. What happens after? That, you have to think about.â
Good luck with that. As we all know thatâs never been my strong suit.
âHe hurt people I love. He killed Nina. He doesnât get to live a lifetime of happiness when Dane doesnât get to have a mother. When Damon had to watch her die. When Daxon doesnât get mom hugs anymore, when Darrion only has Lucien to look up to.
âWhen grams is all alone and her business will close when she dies. Matthias doesnât get to live when the ones who loved Nina hurt. Lucien, I donât know him well, but I can wager that he died with his wife, right?
âThat means Mathias took their mother and their father. Which means everything Lucien has done to me is Mathiasâs fault. He has to pay for it. There is always a way.â
I lock eyes with Grave and step closer. Iâm sure he is trying to read me and figure out what Iâm thinking.
We stare each other down, him watching me, me standing my ground on this. We could find a way.
There is always a way.
Always.
âWe do this, you follow what I say. Iâm not fighting with you on this, Savannah. I know what Iâm doing,â he growls. The bear/wolf thing he has going on is coming out.
I roll my eyes and huff but I agree and let him tell me the plan.
***
âI canât believe this shit,â Grave starts in again from the passenger seat. The windows are rolled down and the radio is blasting. I try to keep my composure as I did before.
Iâm still not used to driving, but I have no choice right now. I remember the first time Damon tried to get me on his bike. He said that cars were cages and being on the back of his bike was a good first step.
Now, Iâm driving an Equinox. I couldnât stomach being in the passenger seat or the back seat, but driving, I feel in control.
How right was my Angel?
I miss him. I need to get this over with so I can go back to my man.
âWould you stop bitching?â I say. âTake this for what it is. You knowâfather-daughter bonding or something.â
I click my eyes to his and see his expression waver at my words. I know what I said.
Jeremiah will always be my dad.
But Grave is also my father...so I could let him in a little, right?
Thatâs not like cheating on my dad with another dad. I have a dad no one will ever take from me.
âFather-daughter bonding?â He repeats it like that didnât make him happy. What an idiot.
âMy dad and I have killed people together. Itâs a bonding time,â Dane offers up, to which Grave and I just laugh and keep on driving.
âYou know what to do? We should go over the plan again,â Grave says.
I pull up to a stop light and groan over the music.
âI know what Iâm doing. I get it. This is serious shit and I could be killed. I know what is at risk. You donât have to remind me that if I fail at anything here today, my family is in danger and left with no protection.
âI get it. I may seem free and hot-headed but Iâm not. I know what Iâm doing today. Stop acting like this is going to change me forever. Like Iâm becoming some death eater or something.
âYou act as if I donât already have blood on my hands or this is going to be so hard on me. Mathias isnât some sweet kid who has done no wrong. Iâm looking at cold-blooded murder.
âIâm not killing just anyone. Iâm getting justice and thatâs the difference. So shut up and let me do my thing. Yeah?â
I wait at the stoplight and look at him.
His hazel eyes staring back at mine, his more brown and mine more on the green. My momâs blue eyes mixed with his browns and formed my own.
His face turns to a half-hearted frown that looks to almost pain him.
âNow, without further ado...â I wave a hand back to the road to be a jackass and continue onto the street.
I make a left and head for the checkpoint we talked about.
Time to make this right.
Okay. Okay. Okay. I got this.
Just do my job and be done with this. Get this justice and go home.
I got this.
Stepping out of the car, I know everything is in place. I know Grave and Dane are hiding just behind the thicket of woods that surround this road.
I have already laid the groundworkâthe devil is in the details and I made sure to play the part of confused-and-lost-while-looking-fine-as-hell damsel in distress.
Before my car broke down, I made sure to drive past the road three times and stop in the middle of the street and get out to âread the sign.â
Now I find my car coming to a sputtering stop with something clanking under the hood, right in line with the cameras they have stationed here. Now itâs up to me to act the part.
Popping the car door open, I slam it shut and act frustrated. I kick the door, then my flip flop off, and slap the side of the car all over while screaming and cursing its existence.
The hood raised, I act like I donât know what Iâm doing, fighting with it to stay up and flashing the curve of my ass cheeks...letting my shirt roll up to show off my whale tail.
My shorts are daisy dukes for sure, the crop top and bikini top is killing it. I am playing the part of a high school girl going to meet up with her friends at the falls but got lost on the way and now my phone is dead and my car is broke down.
I need a manâs help. Yuck.
I yell at the sky and try to turn my phone on before I throw my flip flops and look all around in frustration.
Itâs not like Iâm faking it, my phone is dead, I do need to charge it.
The freaking cabin has no electricity and I canât stand it.
Seeing the iron gates of the Hell Raiders compound, I pick up my shoes and head that way.
Lucky me. Iâm marching straight into the mouth of hell.
God...My Angelâs going to kill me.
