Renny (The Henchmen MC 6)

"What's the..." Cash started, stopping short at the sight of Edison clasping his hands together and using them both to slam into Laz's jaw. "Huh, wouldn't have believed either of them were fighters if I didn't see it myself. What'd they get into it over?"

I looked at Cyrus who looked at all of us with a shit-eating grin and declared, "Basil."

To that, we all couldn't help it after so many tense months, we laughed.

"Oh for Christ's sake," Maze said walking in. "Lay them out on the table and measure them," she declared, moving to step over the grappling duo on her way to the fridge, making them both freeze.

Didn't matter how serious a fight was, when a woman as pregnant as Maze was stepping over you, you settled the fuck down.

"Are we having dinner or fucking what?" Reign asked then. "Leave the goddamn basil out if it is going to lead to a mother fucking brawl. Jesus Christ. I need my woman," he declared, waving a dismissive hand toward us and walking out.

"What, you beat prisoners now too?" Lo asked, shaking her head as Reeve reached down to help Edison back onto his feet.

"Reeve," Repo said, all business, reminding me of the days when he was in charge of all the probates even though he hadn't been much older than most of us. "Why don't you show Edison to one of the bathrooms so he can clean up. Here," he added, pulling a key out of his pocket. "He can uncuff to shower then cuff him back up after. Cyrus, why don't you see about helping Laz or just sitting at the table and nursing that hangover and minding your own fucking business while I fill-in everyone?"

With that, and not waiting for a response because the way he said it left no room for argument, he turned and walked out into the common area, dropping down on the chair with a sigh, patting his leg until Maze sat down there.

"Alright," Lo said, sitting down and giving me a glare when I moved to sit near her, making me decide to stand instead. "So, is it over?"

"That's what took so long," Repo said, absentmindedly stroking a hand through Maze's purple hair. "We got to the place and realized it was a fuckuva lot bigger than we planned on and we were too out-numbered. We stopped to regroup and called Janie for some background on the guys, what Ricky's numbers were, that kind of thing."

"Had Repo pick off the night guards before we decided to go in," Cash added. "By the time we fought our way through the inside guys, Little Ricky was nowhere to be found. Pulled a fucking Lex Keith with a mother fucking panic room. Had to go back through all the guys who were still breathing until we found one who knew the code and then, ah, find a way to get that information out of him."

Didn't take an idiot to know that information was beaten out of him. And, judging by the look of his hands, it had likely been Duke who had done the extracting.

"And?" I prompted when no one continued.

"And Little Ricky was inside the room with one of his poor fucking women, beat to shit, clothes ripped, a real mess," Repo added, shaking his head. "Cash got her out of there and Reign made him pay for what he did to our brothers."

I knew Reign enough to know that behind the take-charge or alternately laid-back persona of our president, he was as dark as the rest, had more blood on his hands than most save for maybe Wolf.

Whatever fate Little Ricky met with was brutal and bloody and totally fucking justified if you asked any of us.

"That's about when we came across Edison," Cash added. "We were doing one last look around to make sure we didn't miss anyone or anything and behind some steel door, there he was, chained to a metal chair."

"What the hell possessed you to bring him back here? If he was a prisoner there, he wasn't likely to try to take you guys down for rescuing him," Lo said, ever the strategist.

"Reign kind of liked the fuck," Duke offered, walking back in, his hands and face all bandaged up and I knew it was Penny who had insisted on it. Duke likely would have poured alcohol over the whole of it and called it a day. But, no, he had a woman who loved him and wanted to take care of him.

Never was much of a man for envy until right about then.

"He's in rebuild-mode," Cash supplied. "It was like this after Pops got killed too, along with half the other men. Any guy he came across who seemed the least bit capable of handling this lifestyle, he kind of just pulled them in and had them prospect."