Shakedown (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 8)

Six grinned. “Kind of hard to do bad when he all but delivers himself.”

“True dat,” Trick said. “Swear to God. Thought that I was going to watch her deliver right there on the hospital floor. Luckily, they got her into a bed first. And kept me the fuck away from anything I wasn’t supposed to see.”

There were chuckles all the way around, and I felt even worse that I’d missed it.

That’s when Belle spun and placed Six’s son in my arms.

I automatically took him, bringing him in close to my chest.

He didn’t look like Lynn at all.

He looked everything like Six.

“Let’s talk about the elephant in the room.” Six clapped, bringing all of our attention to her. When she had it, and mine, she tossed me a bottle. “The douchebag Governor Sander Bryan who has yet to turn in his resignation.”

Well that was a shit show if I ever saw it.

The governor was holding on to his position with his grimy demon claws and doing it so hard that it was hurting everyone.

With my testimony, as well as half a dozen others, as well as his fucking own at that news conference admitting to his own guilt in a trafficking ring using his own influence and business, he should be rotting away in a cell by now.

He was not.

He was fighting tooth and nail, his lawyer doing everything he could, to keep him out of the hellhole that would make him pay for his sins.

The baby gurgled in my hands, and I thought about what I would do for that little one. What I would do if something like that had ever happened to him.

Then I looked at Six, who was watching me with such happiness on her face.

“With Sander’s brother’s death confession on tape to both of their involvements,” Sin suggested. “The trial will be a slam dunk. The only problem is, he’s been filing motion after motion to keep him out, appealing every single call that is made. He’ll get there. It’s not an ‘if’ at this point, but a ‘when.’”

I agreed.

Only, I wanted this over with.

I wanted that piece of shit locked away, and for good, when my kids made their arrival in this fucked-up world.

A fucked-up world that they would never witness as long as I had breath left in my lungs, and a heart beating inside of my chest.

“Agreed,” Lynn said. “But every day he breathes free, is a day that I breathe uneasy.”

I wholeheartedly agreed.

“So let’s take care of it,” Trick suggested.

“Affirmative,” Sin agreed. “I want to take care of it, too.”

“Fuck yeah.” Six fist-pumped the air. “Let’s do it.”

Lynn shot his wife a look. “You’re not going anywhere near him.”

Six smiled sweetly. “We’ll see.”

“We all need alibis,” Lynn suggested. “Ones that aren’t our wives and are airtight. Because there’s no way to keep this under the radar. People are going to assume now that you’re out of prison, B.”

I looked at Lynn and grinned. “I’ll talk to my soon-to-be father-in-law. See what kind of assistance he can add.”

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