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Preacher cleared his throat. “You know the guy? Is this personal? Dante and I can offer support only if so. We don’t want to encroach.”
Carver appreciated the other man. “It is personal. My… Gideon was taken by Varr as a child. He wanted to make him a sex slave, but things didn’t work out. He still suffered because Varr is a piece of shit.”
He punctuated the word with another hard kick. Then Carver bent down to grab one of his saws.
“I would actually love help on this one. It is personal, but I have a feeling since Orion called you both that you do good work as well.”
Preacher smirked. “I earned the name, that’s for sure. And my boy is better known as The Monster.”
“Ah, yes. I have heard of him through certain channels.” Carver knew Trix would absolutely lose his shit to find out he’d missed out on the chance to meet the mysterious Monster. He’d mentioned the name more than once in passing throughout the last year.
“Then you know we’d be honored to help you,” Dante added.
After that, the three men worked as one unit. There was no need to talk or question Varr. He was already guilty beyond measure. It wouldn’t change a single thing for them to engage him.
Instead, they took turns slicing away at his body and breaking his bones. Each blow delivered felt like a weight was being lifted from Carver’s shoulders. Varr was only one piece of the puzzle in Gideon’s story. To be honest, he hadn’t intended to go after him until Straube was settled.
But fate saw fit to spoil him otherwise.
When it was all said and done, there was barely anything recognizable about Jackie Varr. His blood coated the floor and all three men, creating a grotesque picture. While Carver would have cleaned up right away, one glance at his phone told him he’d been gone too long.
“I need to get back to Gideon,” he said abruptly. “It’s shitty to leave the cleaning to you two —”
“Don’t think anything of it. We don’t mind.” At Preacher’s words, Carver grinned.
“Besides, this was kind of fun.” Dante shrugged. “Is it weird to want to be friends because we commit murder together? Can that even be a bonding thing?”
Carver and Preacher chuckled at the suggestion. It was a strange notion, however, the look the two men shared was one that said they agreed with Dante. What was friendship other than finding things in common and celebrating it?
“I’ll be in touch.” Carver thanked them once more and left. As soon as he stepped outside, Slash’s gaze whipped his way.
“Fuck, Prez. You’re coated in blood. Even with the black it’s kinda obvious. We gotta get you home and cleaned up.”
Normally, Carver wouldn’t track blood home. It was too messy to leave a trail like that.
But he needed to check on his boy.
Nineteen
Peace sweptthrough Carver the minute he stepped into the bedroom. Gideon was curled up on the bed, his face buried in the pillow as he’d come to do. The cage was closed and covered with a sheet, almost as if his sweet boy didn’t want to look at it.
Carver took a moment to watch over his form. He tracked the boy’s breaths. Then he observed how peaceful his face appeared in this deep dream state. It pleased Carver to know Gideon found comfort in his space.
He knew he couldn’t continue to lurk like a creep. The shower was calling his name.
Leaving the room took herculean effort. Once he was in the bathroom, Carver stripped his clothes and rushed into the shower. He’d have to burn everything he wore that night. There was no recovering them after how heavily soaked he’d been. He could already see a pool of blood building around the pile on the tile.
Carver winced. He’d have to clean that up before going to bed. If his boy woke up to see the mess… well, he didn’t want to think of what could happen.
With a turn of the knob, the spray started up. It was cold at first, though it warmed quickly enough. Not that it mattered. Carver didn’t care enough for it to make a difference.
His mind was somewhere else completely. After taking out some of his anger on Varr, he became more determined than ever to track down Straube. The man’s days were numbered. Carver would see to it.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the other person joining him until a hand touched his shoulder. It took all his control not to attack the intruder.
But Carver knew who it was.
His body knew, and it wouldn’t let him hurt the boy he cared for. Spinning slowly as to not startle him, Carver took in this new development.