Page 36 of Infinitely Mine

“Since Tom introduced us two years ago. He’s my ex.”

Her ex? The fuck? Wait. Tommy Casey? I fucking knew that asshole. He was a fucking drug dealer, pushing meth to teens. He hung around the Scorpions compound in Palmdale. I made a run last year to that part of Cali with a brother chapter of the Royal Bastards. They were havin’ trouble with local thugs moving in on their territory. Tommy Casey was picked up and shaken down by the RBMC, and I happened to be there, helping him find a path to redemption.

We fucking let that asshole go after roughing him up. He swore to stay out of trouble—the liar.

“We need to take this to Grim.”

I nodded. “We will.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “This is about more than Rowen and Jacob.” He pointed at the photos in the bag. “There’s a few shots of The Crossroads and you on your bike. They fucking know who we are, Mammoth.”

“And he still fucked with my family.”

“Tell me what you want to do. What’s the plan?”

“We get Rowen and Jacob to the clubhouse. Call Zane and have him bring a cage.”

“On it.” Ex swiped across his phone and left the living room, trying to keep his voice low as he called Zane.

Rowen sat up, brushing her hands over her cheeks and wiping away the tears. “I’m sorry.”

“For?” I asked, staring into her tear-filled eyes and swearing vengeance. The Reaper would ensure they were safe at any cost. Tommy Casey. Dag. Killer. They were all ripe for reaping—dead men living on borrowed time.

“I dragged you into this,” she exhaled with a sob.

“Babe. Look at me.”

I cupped her face, leveling her gaze so she could see into my eyes. “You didn’t do shit. This ain’t your fault. None of it. You didn’t hurt anyone.”

She glanced away, exposing some unknown guilt.

“Spill,” I ordered.

“The day Kate died, I showed up to her house. We were supposed to have a girls’ night, but Dag arrived first. He hit and choked her. When I saw him attacking her, I picked up the baseball bat by her front door and hit him with it. He turned toward me, shocked when I whacked him on the forehead and knocked him out.”

Damn. “He deserved worse,” I growled.

My woman was so fucking brave.

“I know, but then we heard Killer and some of their friends outside. Motorcycles. I knew we had to get out of there, but she insisted on calling 9-1-1. She made me promise to leave and keep Jacob safe.” Rowen’s shoulders slumped. “I was in the basement when I heard the gunshots.”

Fuck! “Babe. I’m so sorry.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and fresh tears streamed down her face.

I held her as she cried, swearing those assholes would pay for making Rowen suffer. “Where is Tommy?”

She hiccupped, dashing across the skin underneath her eyes with her fingers as her head lifted. “Tommy?”

“He goes by Tommy Casey. I’ve met him.”

Her eyes widened. “You know my ex-husband?”

“We’ve had a run-in. He won’t get far. The club will handle this now.”

“But,” she began.

I shook my head. “There are photos of me and the clubhouse. Tommy knows us. He’s already been warned. We don’t give second chances.”