Free Redemption by LS Silverii Page A

Abandoning it all isn’t easy, but I did it because certain people need to be stopped. There are also innocent people, like Abigail, who need to be saved. No matter the who or the what, I’m committed to the Savage Nation.” He extended his hand to Justice.
    “SFFS,” Justice said, taking his hand.
    “Savages Forever, Forever Savages,” St. John said.
    Justice coughed until he was able to swallow a giant heaping of eggs. “Abigail also said Ford wasn’t the head of this shit. It’s the agency’s psychiatrist.”
    St. John’s windpipe clenched. He gasped for air. “Who?”
    “Worthington,” Justice whispered.
    St. John’s body seemed to come unhinged. His chest flat lined across the op of his thighs. “What the fuck did you say?”
    “Worthington.”
    “I’d always suspected her of being tied to Ford but—”
    “Oh fuck,” Justice interrupted.
    His plate of food spilled to the floor. Justice lunged from his chair with head pressed between his hands. St. John saw his broad chest expand and collapse with each exaggerated slug of Colorado air. St. John grew more concerned but he waited. Something was connecting inside the big boss’s head.
    “Dragon Mike.” Justice’s face was pale. He leaned heavy into the railing.
    “Yeah?”
    “It’s her.”
    St. John approached and placed a hand on Justice’s shoulder. “What are you saying, Bro?”
    “Mike’s new old lady. Said they went to the valley, and she was some kinda doctor or shrink. A real cougar.” Justice repeated her name like he’d seen a ghost and was afraid to tell. “Worthington, Worthington.”

Chapter 13

    T he old mini-mall had been abandoned a few years ago. The strip had been rezoned for residential and thanks to the powers that be, the small section of family-owned stores were forced to shut down. So much for California dreaming.
    Abigail’s ass hurt. Twenty-something hours on the back of a vibrating rocket would rattle anyone’s bones. She wasn’t sure what was at stake, but if this secured her freedom to be with St. John, then it was worth it. She’d already had so much taken away, had never expected to leave this quest alive. Things were different now—she wanted desperately to survive, to live a life with the man she deeply loved.
    She lay in a corner of the shop’s storage area. Her body felt wretched from the haul. She didn’t understand how the brothers made these cross-country runs regularly. She cast a dispassionate eye to the other end of the room where an unholy allegiance had formed to save an unlikely hero.
    Lawless hadn’t seen his blood brothers in years. Voodoo had shared that the last time they had come together was for her wedding at Oak Alley Plantation along Louisiana’s Mississippi River. Abigail’s heart wanted to ache for the family who’d been so ravaged since childhood, torn apart by the military, and now living the outlaw life, but deep down, she hated them still.
    Her attention focused on Voodoo—all five-feet-five inches of spitfire Cajun badass. She’d grown up with the Boudreaux clan. It was their bond, Voodoo said, that forged the truce so they’d attended her wedding years ago. Her husband was killed in action and, she confessed, Lawless suspected his brothers were involved. It was fucking tense in that storage room to say the least.
    “Abigail, would you come over?” St. John asked.
    Reluctantly she padded her way into the circle of brimming testosterone.
    St. John continued his briefing. “I know this shit is weird, but we’re the only ones to stop this madness. Lets drop the facades and focus on saving a good man. It doesn’t matter that he wears a Savage Nation’s cut—he’s a United States Marine and sacrificed the same as everyone for this nation.” St. John paused and looked squarely at everyone. No one blinked. Goosebumps crawled across Abigail’s skin. The focus was intense; the stakes were high. This was more than her chance to escape the personal nightmare caused by