Page 67 of Hangman Untamed
Justine is chewing on her lip when I look back to her. “Explain that.”
“Seems dear old dad had an affair with Justine’s mother when she was just sixteen and had Justine here. She’s my sister. If I had known that, I would have found a different way to get to you. Except now, I can’t declare war because it would hurt her.”
What the fuck do I do with this information? I knew Justine was Victor’s kid from the background check we did, but I didn’t know that Hunter was his kid, too. I thought he was Jack’s, the original VP of the club that was killed in a police shootout last year.
“So, what, we go back to our territory and play happy family?” I ask sarcastically.
“In all honesty, yeah, I’m calling a truce. I can’t hurt you without hurting her, and she’s had enough pain in her life. I was gonna wrap you up a present, but I couldn’t hand her over. Had to end her myself.”
Confused as fuck. “What are you talking about?”
“Justine’s mother, she got a bullet in the head. I was going to leave her for you to deal with, but after the shit that Justine yelled at her, I couldn’t take it and ended her myself.”
Well, fuck, maybe Hunter ain’t so bad after all. But still, he took my woman. “You still took what is mine.”
He waves it off. “Yeah and because of her we’re not going to war. I’ll even give you back something you lost.” He waves a hand, and a struggling Wrath comes out, hands tied behind his back, as he’s shoved through the doors.
“Motherfucker!” I spit out between clenched teeth. “You betray me? You betray your club?”
He spits on the ground. “Not my club anymore, turning into a pussy club, almost worse than the Angels Warriors.” Hunter steps away from Justine and punches Wrath in the stomach.
“As much as I don’t care for the Angels, what they are doing is admirable. They aren’t one-percenters like us, they don’t dive into our territory. We respect them.” Well, fuck, Hunter is full of surprises tonight.
“What changed in you?” I ask him, going to Justine’s side who hasn’t said a word since I showed up. I hope like fuck she’s not still pissed at me about what I did.
“Life happened,” is all he says, cryptic as fuck.
He gives me Justine and I nod to the woods for the guys to fall back, and we head out, hoping like fuck this isn’t a mistake. Hunter, true to his word, lets us leave. Two of his men follow us, dragging Wrath. His ass is mine, after I deal with that fucking cop. Or maybe I’ll let Rage have a go at him. He’s been struggling lately with not much going on in our world. It’s been surprisingly calm.
So, I know Rage needs to let loose.
I put Justine in the cage and hop in the driver’s seat, we make it home without her talking. Soon as we get to her house, Melissa and Anara come running out, tears streaming down their faces as they open Justine’s door and pull her in for a hug.
“We were so scared. Are you okay?” Melissa cries.
Justine sniffles. “I’m fine, it was scary at first, but everything that happened was just surreal. I don’t even have words for what happened right now. Though, I have to tell you, I have a brother.” She looks to Anara and bites her lip. “Hunter is my brother.”
Anara gasps. “I didn’t know he was here.” She looks to me, worriedly.
“He moved here a few years ago, it’s why I was so skeptical of you when I found out about the connection,” I tell her getting out of the driver’s side.
The girls take Justine into the house, and I talk to Rage. “Wrath is yours, I’m gonna take tonight to be with Justine, then I’ll meet up tomorrow at the clubhouse to deal with that shit-stain cop.”
Rage nods and smiles at the cage, where Wrath is in the back shouting. “Later,” he says as he hops inside the cage and takes off.
Now it’s time to send the girls home so I can talk to Justine alone. And I hope like fuck she’ll let me talk. I need her like I need air to breathe.
