Todos os capítulos de Wrath: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

JakeThe drive to Beaver’s didn’t take that long. He could hear the music from the parking lot as he parked his bike and took off his colors. Hudson had been inside the strip club for an hour and he could only pray that he kept his shit together long enough for them to make their move.He pulled the first door open and walked inside the club. Lights flashed on the stage as two women grinded against each other. His eyes scanned the sitting area near the bar and he found Buzzer immediately. Picking out the rest of his men was easy enough. They weren’t being subtle about it, though they had tried being strategic.“We’re ready to move when you give the signal, Wrath,” Poison spoke in his ear.His gaze went to Hudson, who sat in a booth by himself. One stripper straddled his lap and another one was sitting next to him, touching herself as he watched. Jake grinned as he headed to Buzzer’s table, where five men were seated.“What can I get you, handsome?” “Bottle of water,” Jake said and p

JakeIt was quiet when Jake went downstairs. The guys were all drinking coffee, each of them staring off into space, nobody saying a word.“Morning,” Jake said. “What’s going on?”“Nothing,” Weasel said quickly and looked away.Jake narrowed his gaze at the men, all of them avoiding eye contact. “Do I have to make one of you talk?”“Well … Hudson—”“Shut your fucking mouth, Weasel!” Omen yelled, glaring at him.“What the fuck did Hudson do now?”“Hudson did them all a favor,” Hudson said, grinning like he knew all their secrets. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” Omen said threateningly.Hudson barked out a laugh. “Sure, Omen, but you weren’t complaining when your ass was being stretched out and you shot your load and moaned like a little bitch.”Omen jumped up from his seat and Hudson laughed again, standing his ground. Jake shook his head as he stepped between Omen and Hudson. “You got the happy ending treatment?”Omen grunted but didn’t respond. “I didn’t know that was going to happ

JakeBefore Trip could knock on the door, Jake opened it and regarded the man in front of him. He’d taken his colors off and Jake had to give him points for that one. It was a sign of respect he wasn’t sure he was going to get from the man.“Wrath,” Trip said and lifted his chin.“Trip.”He pulled the door open wider and lifted his arm. Trip gave him a subtle nod and walked into the house. He walked into the living room and looked around. Jake watched him, automatically checking for bulges under his jacket.“No guns at the dinner table,” he said in a low voice.“I didn’t come armed because I don’t want to fight,” Trip said.“Jenna’s in the kitchen.”They headed to the kitchen and Trip almost stumbled over his feet as he saw James in the kitchen. He glanced at Jake who nodded his head. ‘Yeah, motherfucker, that’s the kid you tried to kill,’ Jake thought to himself, trying not to get worked up again.“What’s your name, little guy?” Trip asked as he went down to one knee so he was eye-le

Jenna“If you struggle to get through the day, call me, and I’ll come pick you up,” Jenna said.James nodded his head. “I can be strong for a few hours.”“You don’t have to be, James. It’s only been a few weeks.”“Am I a murderer now, Jenna?” His face was so serious that Jenna wanted to wrap her arms around him and protect him from everything.“No. You’re the blood of Wrath. You protected your mom. You did nothing wrong,” she said.A brief smile appeared on his lips. “I’m a Warrior. I can get through school.”She watched as he hitched his backpack over one shoulder and walked across the grassy expanse of the front lawn and headed inside the school building. His head was held high and pride fluttered in her heart at his bravery.She drove away from the school in Jake’s truck and headed to downtown Reading. The shopping list was in her handbag and she thought about what she could do for James to lift his spirits a little. He was a special little boy, sweet-natured, but she feared his he

JakeThe shower was turned off and Jake almost grinned as he leaned back against the door of the motel room. His gun was still in his holster, the man’s gun on his nightstand, exactly where he’d left it before going to the bathroom.Locating Detective Warren Clayborne had been easy, almost too easy. Getting into his motel room had been easier. The man was clearly paranoid, doubling back and driving in circles before heading to the motel for the night, but Jake was better.Warren Clayborne was 37, divorced with one daughter aged 3 and from what Jake could find, he wasn’t a dirty cop. The fact that he was seeking Wrath’s help gave him an eerie feeling of being entrapped. There were no bugs in the room and a scan of Clayborne’s jacket, belt and shoes showed no wires or cameras. His phone wasn’t bugged either, which seemed odd.The door of the bathroom was opened and the man faltered in his steps. “I was wondering how long it would take you to find me.” His gaze flicked toward his gun on