Hunter (Sons of Rebellion Book 2) by Elsa Day
Authors: Elsa Day
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Nathan Mengual, one of Raymond's guys. He's good," he said. "Help me drag him in!"
Tyson and Dad grabbed Nathan by his arms and pulled him into the house. He left a track of blood behind him on the carpet. They made him sit up and leaned him against the wall. His head lolled to the side, like he had no strength.
"Well, don't just stand there! "Dad yelled. "Do something!"
I hadn't even noticed that I'd just been standing there. How exactly was I supposed to react to a half dead guy showing up on my doorstep?
"I'll get the first aid kit!" Mom said, and ran upstairs.
"I'll get… some water," I said.
Well, at least it was better than nothing.
In the kitchen, my mind raced. I was almost certain what Nathan was going to say. I didn't want to hear it.
The faucet filled the cup to the brim, and I took a swig. Hey, I needed it. I filled up the cup again and took a deep breath before heading back. My stomach was churning, but I tried to stay calm. What was the worst thing that could happen?
I thought about my mom. Did Nathan know about Slayer? And if he did, would he tell? What would Dad do then?
Maybe he would die before he could say anything. Yeah, that would be great. Then there would be no problem.
I stopped myself. What was I thinking ? Was I really hoping that someone would die just to protect my secret? What was wrong with me?
I closed my eyes and smoothed my hair, throwing it back over my shoulders. Everything would be fine. I just had to be calm…
As soon as I got to him, Nathan grabbed the glass of water and chugged it down. He spilt water down his neck and on his chest in the process, but he didn't seem to care. Mom was wiping the dirt out of his cuts and rubbing ointment into the wounds. Looks like she could actually be caring sometimes.
"Sons of Rebellion," Nathan blurted out.
"What?" Dad asked.
"They are behind this, the Sons of Rebellion. They are in town. They did everything."
"Slow down," Tyson said. "What exactly happened to you? Why are you like this?"
Nathan took a deep breath.
"We got a tip that there were these guys in town who caused some trouble a few nights ago. Got into a fight at a bar. At first Raymond didn't think anything about it, because you know how drunk people get on a Friday night.
"But then we heard about Slick, and that got us thinking. The next thing we know this guy shows up, he says some asshole from the Sons of Rebellion beat him up in a bathroom outside of town. Says the guy told him to keep his mouth shut."
Nathan stopped to cough, hacking up blood. It sounded like he might cough out an organ. I took a step back.
"So Raymond says we're gonna find 'em. These stupid bastards are hanging out in a bar. We go after them. There's five of us and only two of them but …"
Nathan hung his head and looked away from Dad.
"But what ?"
"They-" Nathan's voice strained. "They killed everybody . Even Raymond. I'm the only one who got away."
That knocked the wind out of all of us. People were dropping like flies. That made five in just the past few days. Just what was going on here anyway?
"They said that they were going to keep killing until the whole club was wiped off the face of the earth," Nathan said.
Dad's face went red. His nostrils flared and I could see the veins standing up in his neck. He stood up and cracked his knuckles like he was getting ready to fight.
"So they want to fuck with me and my club, huh?" Dad said. "Well, I'm gonna fuck with them! We're gonna find the guys who did this to you, and we're going to make them pay. And that's just the beginning. I'm not going to stop until every single person in that club is lying six feet under. I want to see a mountain of their bones.
"Don't they know who I am? I'm Donaldo Grenadine, and this is a fucking war ."
FOURTEEN
"WE CAN'T," I SAID.
Brent blinked. He cocked his head to the side, as if he thought he wasn't hearing right. Jase stood up again, stomping in my direction. He threw his hands into the air.
"What
Tyson and Dad grabbed Nathan by his arms and pulled him into the house. He left a track of blood behind him on the carpet. They made him sit up and leaned him against the wall. His head lolled to the side, like he had no strength.
"Well, don't just stand there! "Dad yelled. "Do something!"
I hadn't even noticed that I'd just been standing there. How exactly was I supposed to react to a half dead guy showing up on my doorstep?
"I'll get the first aid kit!" Mom said, and ran upstairs.
"I'll get… some water," I said.
Well, at least it was better than nothing.
In the kitchen, my mind raced. I was almost certain what Nathan was going to say. I didn't want to hear it.
The faucet filled the cup to the brim, and I took a swig. Hey, I needed it. I filled up the cup again and took a deep breath before heading back. My stomach was churning, but I tried to stay calm. What was the worst thing that could happen?
I thought about my mom. Did Nathan know about Slayer? And if he did, would he tell? What would Dad do then?
Maybe he would die before he could say anything. Yeah, that would be great. Then there would be no problem.
I stopped myself. What was I thinking ? Was I really hoping that someone would die just to protect my secret? What was wrong with me?
I closed my eyes and smoothed my hair, throwing it back over my shoulders. Everything would be fine. I just had to be calm…
As soon as I got to him, Nathan grabbed the glass of water and chugged it down. He spilt water down his neck and on his chest in the process, but he didn't seem to care. Mom was wiping the dirt out of his cuts and rubbing ointment into the wounds. Looks like she could actually be caring sometimes.
"Sons of Rebellion," Nathan blurted out.
"What?" Dad asked.
"They are behind this, the Sons of Rebellion. They are in town. They did everything."
"Slow down," Tyson said. "What exactly happened to you? Why are you like this?"
Nathan took a deep breath.
"We got a tip that there were these guys in town who caused some trouble a few nights ago. Got into a fight at a bar. At first Raymond didn't think anything about it, because you know how drunk people get on a Friday night.
"But then we heard about Slick, and that got us thinking. The next thing we know this guy shows up, he says some asshole from the Sons of Rebellion beat him up in a bathroom outside of town. Says the guy told him to keep his mouth shut."
Nathan stopped to cough, hacking up blood. It sounded like he might cough out an organ. I took a step back.
"So Raymond says we're gonna find 'em. These stupid bastards are hanging out in a bar. We go after them. There's five of us and only two of them but …"
Nathan hung his head and looked away from Dad.
"But what ?"
"They-" Nathan's voice strained. "They killed everybody . Even Raymond. I'm the only one who got away."
That knocked the wind out of all of us. People were dropping like flies. That made five in just the past few days. Just what was going on here anyway?
"They said that they were going to keep killing until the whole club was wiped off the face of the earth," Nathan said.
Dad's face went red. His nostrils flared and I could see the veins standing up in his neck. He stood up and cracked his knuckles like he was getting ready to fight.
"So they want to fuck with me and my club, huh?" Dad said. "Well, I'm gonna fuck with them! We're gonna find the guys who did this to you, and we're going to make them pay. And that's just the beginning. I'm not going to stop until every single person in that club is lying six feet under. I want to see a mountain of their bones.
"Don't they know who I am? I'm Donaldo Grenadine, and this is a fucking war ."
FOURTEEN
"WE CAN'T," I SAID.
Brent blinked. He cocked his head to the side, as if he thought he wasn't hearing right. Jase stood up again, stomping in my direction. He threw his hands into the air.
"What
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