Chapter 14

Fury sings in my veins, leaving me more than ready to wreak havoc on the ones responsible for burning my house down. It's not that I give an actual fuck about the place itself, but the fact it was the home I bought for Camilla, and I only just got her back in my life. Got her back where she belongs. At my side. In my bed.

On the way to the clubhouse, my anger only grew, and upon stepping inside, I didn't let go of Camilla's hand while I found Fuse and the others to find out the damage. Finding them isn't a problem as they're all standing around a table, their heads bent, looking at some papers.

Several of them twist in my direction when I make my way toward them. "How bad's the damage?"

"House is gone, brother," Chains answers, grimacing.

"Fuck."

"Do you know who did it?" Camilla utters quietly, stepping closer and pressing her front to my side.

"Oh yeah, we know," Fuse answers, nostrils flaring and anger radiating from him. "Security system in the house, as you know, has cameras."

"You get 'em on that feed?" That system is always set when I'm not there. I don't like surprises, and those cameras are an insurance policy in case something like this or a break-in happens.

"Yeah, stupid bitch was dumb enough to take her time." Fuse scoffs, shaking his head.

"Helena?" I hazard a guess at asking.

"You got it," Fuse confirms.

"Oh my God," Camilla whispers no more than a breath. "You've got to be kidding me." She tenses and backs away, eyes meeting mine. Those eyes of hers shimmering with tears welling but not falling. "Why would she do this?"

"Because she's a gold-digging whore?" I throw out there a bit bitterly.

"But that doesn't make sense." Shaking her head, she takes another step back. "Her burning your house down doesn't make sense, Lynch. I mean, yes, I agree, she's a gold digger, but she burned your house for what?"

"It wasn't just my house, Camilla," I grunt, sick of her saying it's my house, not ours. Turning fully to her, I cross my arms over my chest, doing my best to keep from reaching out to yank her back in my arms. "That house, I bought it because of you. I bought it before shit went sideways for us. I bought it and was gonna surprise you with it the next time you came home." It's hard to ignore her flinch of pain my words cause her. "It wasn't just my house. It was ours. Your aunt wants to take everything away from you because she's a bitch who can't stand not getting her way. She couldn't have me ‘cause I only wanted you. She didn't like the fact she couldn't get to me, so she drew a wedge between us."

"What?" Camilla's face pales all the more as I realize I have revealed something I swore I'd never tell her. I didn't want to hurt her with the truth. "She wanted you?" she whispers and lets out a harsh breath. "Of course she did. I mean, look at you. You're hot. Sexy. Of course, she'd want you for herself." That last part has her curling her lip in disgust. "You're right, Lynch, my aunt is one hell of a gold-digging whore."

"Cams," I state, reaching out toward her.

"No, Lynch." She jerks away, hands up, shakes her head, and steps back farther. "Don't right now. You deal with this." Spinning on her heels, she darts away, her hair flying out behind her as she exits the clubhouse.

I start after her, but my uncle, Fury, stops me. "Give her a few minutes."

"I need to go after her," I grumble, eyes focused on the door Camilla just went through.

"Let me take care of her. You deal with this," Fury remarks. "I'll keep an eye on her until you finish here."

I open my mouth to protest, but Chains stops me.

"Brother, let Fury go. We need you in here right now. Let him take care of your ol' lady."

Grinding my teeth, I give him a curt nod. "Fine. You let her know she can go in my room."

"Got a key to it, I'll unlock it for her," Fury states, slaps a hand on my shoulder, and walks off to go in search of Camilla.

I return my attention to Chains and the others. "Do we know how bad the fire was?" I don't give a fuck about the property itself, but Camilla's clothes were in there. It was where I wanted us to grow, start a family. Now, that place is gone, but it doesn't matter, not really. It's a matter of being a part of my life with Camilla. With her back in my life, everything should be right again, but it won't be, not until this situation is resolved.

"House is still standing, but firefighters were still working on it. From what I saw on the camera feed, she used an accelerant," Fuse answers. "Fire's not out completely yet, waiting to hear news about it."

Great.

"Lynch," Pitch Black calls. I shift my gaze to him to find him watching me closely. "You need to keep your head, brother, for what you're about to hear."

"What?" I demand.

"Remember the files we brought back from Perrin's house?" Speed asks.

"Yeah," I answer, straightening farther, feeling the tension in my body like I hadn't ever felt before. "Why?"

"We know the man he was talking about in the letter is Pennington, but in those files, there's one on Camilla. There's also one about your mom and Harlow," Chains explains and continues. "Not only did Ezra's father, the first fuckwad of the two of them, kill your mom, but he had your dad killed as well. I don't know what it is with jealous fuckers, but I'm tired of them. If it's not one, it's another."

"It's ‘cause they ain't got the balls to man up. They've got to do shady shit to get what they want," Tyres grumbles.

"This shit's deeper than I thought it ever could go." Fuse sighs.

"It's deeper," Pitch Black agrees.

"Perrin mentioned in his letter the blood of fathers and grandfathers. Could this have anything to do with that?" Speed asks.

"I don't think so," Brake grumbles. "What's going down right now is different."

"Maybe so, but Ezra Pennington all but told us to watch our backs," Chains mutters.

"Ezra Pennington is about showing everyone he can take his daddy's place as the devil himself." I sneer and meet Chains's gaze. "I think it's time we make our play. Take out both Helena and Ezra at the same time."

"You want to take them both?" Breaker questions, cocking a brow.

Yeah, I fucking did want to take them both on. Helena is as good as fucked for what she did to my house. Tack on the charges I'm sure Dan will put together for the embezzlement, she's surely and truly fucked. She'll go to prison for it. As for Ezra, I intend to see him in the ground, just like I did his father.

I tell my brothers this, explaining what happened at Camilla's office with her aunt. They nod in agreement and get where I'm coming from.

"So technically, all that's left is Ezra. Helena already fucked up and is going down as it is," Speed says, nodding.

"Pretty much," I grumble.

"I'll get a copy of the security feed over to Dan and our friend on the police department," Fuse adds. "That'll knock one problem out. Next up, how are we gonna go about handling the other?"

Chains looks to Tyres, then both turn their gazes to me and nod at the same time.

Time to tell them my plan.

"For this, let's move this party to church," Chains says, using that commanding tone of his. The one that proves him to be a damn good Prez.

Moments later, my brothers and I are all seated behind the closed doors where I tell them what I told Chains and Tyres in his office. My plan is to take Ezra out. No one speaks as I do this, but I see them nodding in agreement.

If we're going to take on the devil himself, we need all the power to throw at him we can. The best way to take him out is with force, and enough of it, he won't see it coming until it's too late.