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Injectables The Maker Stole

Jameson

“Fuck.” I curse, pulling at my hair as I turn this cabin upside down, looking for the antidote. “Shit!” I know she has it. She always fucking has it. This is a fucking mess. I hate this, and once again, it’s my fault. “Fuck.” I should’ve known better than to trust her with helping make all these injectables. It didn't matter that it’s my recipe. All of it is mine. She stole everything. Fucking cunt.

“Where would she hide them all?” I yell, lifting the glass coffee table and hauling it across the room.

For some reason, I wasn’t affected by the numerous darts that hit me. Whatever she filled them with, did absolutely nothing to me. I felt nothing. Maybe it was a dud, maybe she got it wrong. Ha ‘The Maker’ finally crumbles.

It feels like I’ve been searching this fucking cabin for hours and getting nowhere when in reality its only been minutes, but the window is closing. I just need the fucking pink antidote. “ Think, Jameson. Think, you fucking moron.”

I don’t know what she thought she was doing stabbing Jade with the charcoal gray one we named, ‘Devil Juice’. That one gives you adrenaline and snaps you right out of the hallucination. Fucking dumb bitch. That was made specifically for us to use on ourselves to make us stronger through a fight, or if we were injected with something else. There’s a twenty minute window where we are able to inject ourselves with Devil’s Juice and pop right out of it all. The antidotes are always freezing when you inject them. It’s like ice flowing through your veins instead of the usual burning feeling.

I’m such a fucking idiot. I stomp over to the fridge, swing it open, and there they are. All the fucking injections I need. Grabbing a bunch of the pink and gray ones, I run outside and start stabbing my brothers and Ryder, one by one.

First the pink into the neck, and the gray into the chest. Simultaneously they pop up and start flipping the fuck out, talking a mile a minute.

“I need you all to chill out. I know that’s hard to do. The chemicals in the antidote, and the other injection in your system, are counteracting one another on top of giving you a massive hit of adrenaline. Try to focus specifically on Jade. If you can’t handle the rush, run around for a couple of minutes, yell, scream. I don’t care, but I need you three to focus. We have to get the fuck out of here and bring both Jade and Ryker with us.” I holler as they run around like chickens with their heads cut off. The mumbling of incoherent words makes me laugh. They’re like little lab rats running around a maze.

I take pliers from the shed and head over to Rykers' hanging body as Spade lifts Jade from the snow and places her on the snowmobile.

“I’m going to take her down to your truck. Does she need anything?” He asks and I shake my head.

“She will be fine, just prepare yourself for when she wakes up. She’s going to lose her shit.” I say and he grunts, climbing on the mobile and taking off down the hill. I get to work removing the arrows from Ryker as Ryder holds him against the tree.

“I’m so sorry, Ryder, my deepest condolences.” I say as I remove the last arrow and slide Ryker’s body onto the other snowmobile.

“I have to bring him to the Clubhouse. This is fucking bullshit.” He says.

“I know. Just place him in the back and go, Dario will come with us and we will meet back at the house.” I say and he nods. As Ryder takes off, I hear the snow crunching a few feet behind me and I whip around to see the sniper. I reach into my holster and sail one knife and a death star right into his neck. He immediately falls to his knees while I approach him. Once I’m within reach, I kick him in the chest, forcing him to hit the snow with a thud and rip the mask from his face and scream.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkkkk.” I roar.

“Everything is clear. Is she dead?” He chokes out, blood painting the snow around him.

“Who? Jade? No, but Kayla is though.” I say, dropping beside him and holding his neck, wishing I was a shit shot and missed the artery.

“Good. Tell Jade,” he coughs again as blood spittles out of his mouth. I know I’m losing him, and there’s literally nothing I can do.

“I’d never betray her,” he tries to take a breath, “or the family. Keep her safe.” Slim chokes again, splattering blood up at my face.

“She knew, Slim. She knew. Rest peacefully, Cillian.” I say as he takes his last breath, the last bit of light leaving from his eyes. Fuck, she’s gonna lose her shit.

“What the fuck, Jameson? How the fuck do we tell her this?” Dario yells, throwing his hands up.

“I don’t know, but I need to think.” I say while I go back into the cabin, filling the small cooler with snow and placing all the injectables inside it. Leaving the cabin, I hear a snowmobile heading up the hill as Spade comes into view.

“Dario, take the other mobile and meet me by the trailers. I'll have Spade drop me and meet you with the truck, then we can get the fuck out of here.” I order and they nod.

Climbing on the back with Spade, he takes us down the hill towards my truck.

“I’ll meet you over on the other side. Has she stirred yet?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“She better be okay, Jay, or so help me god.” He says, anger and fear in his tone.

“Trust me, she’s fine. Just give her a minute.” I reassure and he nods, taking off towards the other side of the mountain as I hop into my truck. I lean over and brush her hair out of her face, caressing her cheek. A soft moan escapes her lipsand then deep snores echo through the silent truck.

Minutes later, I meet up with the others and get the mobiles in the big trailer.

“Are we sending a clean-up crew for all that up there?” Spade asks, and I shrug.

“It’s already taken care of.” Dario chimes in and I nod a silent ‘thanks’.

“Alright, let’s head home.” I say as we all pile into the truck. After driving for a bit, I’m the first to speak up.

“Any ideas why that fucker Monty would take Jaxon to Amish land?” I say.

“Amish land, as in The Brotherhood?” Dario asks and I nod.

“Exactly.” I laugh.

“He must not know that we are heavily involved with them. I’ll make a call with a heads up that we will be there within the next twenty four hours to pick him up.” Spade says.

“Will it be that easy?” Jade says, surprising the fuck out of all of us.

“Christ, well hello to you too. You good, Princess?” I ask, and she nods.

“Yes, I’m fine. Tired, but I’m okay.” She reassures me.

“Let’s get you home, then I’ll go get the kid,” I say and she nods before she grabs my hand.

“You bring him home. You hear me? I don’t care what you have to do. Bring him home.” She ordersand I smile at her.

“Whatever you want, Princess.” I say, kissing her hand.

Dealing with The Brotherhood will come with a price, but I don’t care. Jaxon will be a part of our family. No matter what it takes.