Page 20 of Iona's Christmas
I grabbed Larissa and Undertaker, snatched Chester up and, opened his coat, and wrapped the little boy up inside. Undertaker zipped him in tight as I did the same with Larissa. Blood dripped from a spilt lip which Conway had just given her.
I heard a noise from behind me and turned to see Conway getting to his feet. Myers had appeared with his weapon drawn and was ordering Conway to put his hands up. Instead, Conway’s hands moved towards his waist, and before Myers could shoot, Conway was picked up and tossed against another tree.
It looked like Dynamo intended to have some fun.
Myers stood in the clearing with his mouth open as a screaming Conway was shot upwards to about fifteen feet and allowed to drop hard.
“Are you doing this?” Myers demanded, and I shook my head.
“Nope.”
“But this is one of your people.”
“Good luck proving that,” I said, keeping Larissa’s face turned away. “Hi, Honey, my name is Warden, and I’ve come to take you somewhere warm. This is Detective Noah. He’s going todrive you in his car and get you some food and drink while he calls your grandma.”
Larissa looked up at me and cried.
“I want my mommy.”
“I know, sweetheart, but let’s get safe,” I said gently. There was no fuckin’ way I was telling this kid her mother was dead.
“How am I gonna transport him and the children?” Myers asked distractedly as Conway flipped across the clearing and landed upside down in some branches.
“Call it in Myers. Stop watching the show. Whoever this is will stop soon. I’ve got a medic here who’ll check the kids, but they’re freezing. They need an ambulance, as Chester looks critical.”
That got Myers moving. Within minutes, an ambo had been ordered, and I could see blue lights heading our way. I guess a cop had been nearby. Slasher met us in the clearing and I sensed him sending some healing into Chester and then Larissa.
“Another hour or so and Chester would have lost digits, if not his life. He was in a critical condition, Warden. That piece of shit needs to die,” he hissed in Conway’s direction.
Dynamo had finally tired of playing with him and had broken two legs when she dumped him hard on the ground. Slashes appeared in his back, and I grinned.
“Looks like he got hold of a bear,” I said to Myers, who slowly nodded.
“Let me check the kids,” Romeo murmured close to me, and he placed a hand on Larissa’s head. “She remembers everything. But does not realise her mom’s dead.”
“Wipe the memory and what happened after Conway slapped her. Do the same for the boy. He may not understand, but he doesn’t deserve those memories,” I whispered.
“Done,” Romeo confirmed and moved over to Undertaker.
“Thanks for your help,” Myers said, and I could tell he hated that.
It made me happy that he had to squirm.
“The kids are alive. That’s all that matters,” I offered, and Myer’s glared at me through slitted eyes.
The first black and white appeared, and the uniformed officers were shocked to see us there. One approached with cuffs out until Myers put them straight.
“Your secret is safe with me,” Myers muttered as he organised the cops to take the kids to hospital.
“Try blackmailing us or abusing the knowledge, and we’ll wipe your memory; that is a promise,” I said.
“Whatever happens between me and your club, I can swear on my life I’ll never spill your secret. Nor abuse it; that’s not my way. It might be yours, but it will never be mine,” Myers replied, with the stick firmly up his ass.
And once again, our world was righted.
Chapter Five.
Iona