Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I spent an entire night writing a story that I hope does this case justice.
Now, the rest is up to Jeremiah.
We’re all waiting with baited breath, and when the morning news breaks, Bill Whart’s face stretches across the screen. Leo and Luna are both at the clubhouse with us. When I told them about my plan, they weren’t going to miss the moment it broke. Everyone is here, and we’ve all been waiting for the live news to come on the screen. Seeing Bill on the screen as police offers swarm him in the street, arresting him, the headlines blast across the screen with the faces of all the missing boys.
A reporter comes on, a young lady who tells the world what we have discovered.
“Bill Whart has been arrested this morning after evidence was brought forward proving that he has been involved in the buying and selling of multiple teenage boys in town for close to twenty-five years. Western Aiken, who has been under the spotlight for so many years now, has been cleared of all charges when proof was given that Bill murdered Daniel and Braithe Gregory. Over five boys have come forward and given statements claiming that Bill paid out their families, and that local biker, Western Aiken, was the one to take them, give them a new identity and provide them with a new, safer life. It would seem the towns monster, is actually the towns hero. More to come.”
Luna shouts loudly, whooping as she throws her hands into the air.
I can’t help it, I throw my hands up too and bellow with joy as I watch police officers loading Bill Whart into a car.
He might have the police on his side, but Nathan ensured that the big guns came in from out of state for this. Men that aren’t working for Bill Whart and his boss, and those men aren’t going to let him run free. They’re going to make sure he goes to prison, where he belongs. After that, what his boss does to him is no longer our problem.
Turning to Western, I smile as I get up and walk over, wrapping my arms around his waist. He looks down at me, a light in his eyes I’ve never seen before. He is relieved, something inside him is finally free. After so many years of being dubbed the criminal, his name has been cleared. He is no longer the person who took innocent lives, instead he’s the person who saved them.
“You fuckin’ saved me,” Western murmurs, looking down at me with the kind of appreciation in his eyes I never thought I’d see.
“You deserve to be saved. You’ve lived long enough like this. Now, it’s your turn to be free.”
His thumb strokes over my cheek as his big hand cups my face. “Love you.”
Those words will never get old. Not ever. “I love you, too.”
Colt walks over, placing a hand on my shoulder. I turn and face him, my eyes bright as I offer him my warmest smile.
“Can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for my boy.”
He might not say much but those words mean everything.
They mean the absolute world.
“You’re welcome.”
“You know,” Fury pipes up. “We took down one monster, but we also started a war.”
Western nods. “Yeah, we did, and I can’t fuckin’ wait to finish it.”
Fury is right, this isn’t over.
We did start a war.
We took Bill down, but whoever he is working for is going to want their revenge. They’re going to come after the club, after me, after all of us. We’ll be ready, though. We knew it was a risk, doing what we did. We knew that exposing Bill would open a can of worms, but we also knew that it would cause damage. It might not bring down the King, but the King is injured now.
An injured King can only do so much damage.
Most of all, though, Western has been freed. His name has been cleared. The demons he carries have been released from his soul. He no longer has to walk down the street, with people judging him, whispering, calling him names. Instead, he can now walk down with his head held high, with his chest puffed out, knowing that he is no longer the bad guy.
It's all worth it, just to give him that.
Even if we have a long road ahead.
At least we’re in it together.
The club has a lot more to go through now, but at the very least, Western and I can finally start our lives together.
“Well,” Myla’s voice comes from behind us, and I glance over my shoulder to see her standing at the door, “I’ll be.”
Colt growls something, but she completely ignores him.
“I had my doubts about you,” she tells Western, “I guess I was wrong.”
“What did I say about enterin’ my club,” Colt barks at her.