"How do you know him?" Travis asked as he started to pull up all the pertinent information that he needed. Some of it was in his original report on the man, but now that he had the facial recognition, it looked like he went by at least two other aliases as well.The laugh that came was dry and hollow. "He approached me as a teenager, tried to get into my pants.""What?"He hated telling other people about this. Even though he knew that it wasn't his fault, he still felt shame. He knew that he shouldn't, but even after months of talking to Doc Jones about it, it still gave him a little anxiety. "Yeah, he was an elder and a pastor in the sector of our church. He got a young girl pregnant, and then he tried to get into my pants. It's what made me turn my back on religion. I didn't know him as Clinton Herrington though, so obviously he used one of those aliases with us."Travis pushed a few more keys. "So we've got a guy with a serial pattern, who liked to prey on young kids?""E
It hadn't been easy getting behind the electrified barbed wire fence that surrounded the property, but they had managed it. Took them over an hour, and they knew at this point they had no time to lose. It was a struggle they hadn't counted on."You sure you know how to work this stuff?" Liam asked Travis as he laid everything out and began putting batteries in the pieces that needed it."I'm not a dumbass. I set up your phone and everything having to deal with that. Might I also add, I make sure every single one of our houses is safe. I know what I'm doing, I just need to make sure I do it right. These batteries don't last forever, and we need a little juice to figure out what works best."Jagger kept watch towards the main house, watching through a pair of binoculars for anything that could be taken as a threat from the man who lived there. "Everything's quiet up this way. Just do what you need to. I'll let ya know if we've got to book it."Liam wished he could be of some help
"You saw it?" Christine asked Travis as she made her way into the room the two of them called their own. "You saw the graveyard?"He nodded. "That was something of the freakiest shit I have ever seen in my life. The fact that someone could kill for what seemed like sport, to me, is insane. Granted, we've done some things as an MC that I think people might look down upon, but we've never done it for the fun of it.""I think I know why he did it," she told him, swallowing roughly."I don't know if I want to hear," he admitted. Walking over to where she stood, he put his arms around her neck and pulled to him.She held on for dear life, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I think he saw them as a sacrifice, you know, to God, and that since he was doubly sacrificing, then he would be more heavily favored. I know it sounds weird, but if you could hear him sometimes," she covered her ears. "He would chant, and those chants had to do with offerings, and it was always after that anoth
Meredith could feel Tyler's gaze on her back as she met with one of her former co-workers and the field agent of the FBI in charge of the Bowling Green area. She could tell just by the way she felt that he was twitchy, that he didn't like her being around all this law enforcement, but she knew that Clinton was much bigger fish than Heaven Hill had ever been for them. Religious zealots were a dime a dozen, but the Feds always looked good in the public eye when they could bring a group of them down. Waco being the perfect example. They would gladly tout the America experience and get patriotic, and then they would look like the best people in the world. For a few days, even the conspiracy theorists would put their trust in the government. She knew that as soon as she called her contact with this information, they would call in for a full-scale operation. She smiled slightly at her husband as she walked over to where he stood. "They're about to give us some bulletproof vests, and it's
It felt good being back in his cave. Travis took a deep breath, focusing on all of his video cameras. This was where he felt at peace, where he hadn't felt like he'd been able to come for so long. It was a bad place to be in, not being comfortable in the one place that you felt like you needed to be. He was doing a clean sweep of everything when he heard someone knock on the doorframe. Glancing up, he saw Jagger there. Shit."Can I come in?""If you promise you ain't gonna bust my head wide open again. I'm finally getting over the motherfuckin' headaches."Jagger had a seat and stretched his legs out in front of him. "I really wish I could say I was sorry that I did that to you, but I'm not. In fact, I'm still kinda pissed that you kept that from me. I missed all that time with her.""It wouldn't have been good time, Jagger. Trust me when I tell you this. When I first met her, she was not who she is today. She was closed off from everyone and everything. You think this woman is
Christine rubbed her hands against the denim of her jeans and took a deep breath. "You sure you want to do this?" Jagger asked. He stood behind her, Steele at her side, Bianca at his."If you do, I do. I think we need to. This is the one thing that's been holding me back; I need to make peace with it."She felt Jagger's hand on her shoulder as she ascended the old porch steps. It had been a long two months of counseling that she'd undergone. Sometimes Travis would come and sit in with her, sometimes Jagger would. Every time, she and Doc Jones would work on some part of her childhood or adulthood that had caused her anxiety. At her last session, Jagger had been there, and Doc Jones suggested that the two of them go back to their childhood home, together. She thought that it would go a long way in making them feel better about the way things had gone down. It would give them a sense of closure that neither one of them ever had."I do," he told her. "If you two don't mind," sh
Christine lay that night in Travis' arms, her head resting against his chest, listening to his heart beat strongly. This had quickly become her favorite place in the world. She loved that he would take off his shirt, open his arms, and expect her to snuggle up next to him. That heartbeat was what got her through the hard days, and the smile that he gave her was what made the other ones so easy. He had been there through everything, and she knew that she gotten lucky. She hadn't ever known another man who had loved her as unconditionally as he did. He might not have said the words, but he proved it to her every day in everything thing he did."Are you okay?" he asked, running his hands up and down her back. "I know that couldn't have been easy for you."When they had gotten back to the clubhouse, Liam had called a meeting and set run schedules for the next few weeks, and he hadn't had a chance to talk to her. Things were getting back to normal now, and he wanted to make sure that sh
Travis Steele sat in front of his bank of monitors, doing what he did best. After the past few months, he had to admit that besides with Christine, this was where he felt the absolute most comfortable. Grabbing a sucker, he opened it and stuck the piece of candy in his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. Rolling his neck on his shoulders, he readjusted his glasses and took note of the time. It was getting to be late evening, and Christine should be getting home."Hey, babe." She appeared in the doorframe."I was just thinking that you should be getting home anytime now," he told her, moving back from the desk so that she could come sit in his lap."B and I got our hair highlighted at the shop," she explained, having a seat where he patted his thigh. She reached over, taking his glasses off and sitting them on the desk.He took the invitation and buried his face in her hair. He loved the smell of it after she got it done. There was something about the products they used at