Carrying Blaze's Mark

make sure to give that sweet boy a kiss for me,” Momma B says. Turning she vanishes back through the bright light blinding me.
Opening my eyes, I sit up to find I’m alone in mine and Blaze’s room with our boys. Lying on my back, I look up to the ceiling this time around not feeling an ounce of guilt for what happened to Momma B.
“Don’t worry, Momma B. I’ll honor your memory and so will the others,” I whisper quietly as to not disturb my boys.

Chapter Sixteen
Blaze
“What do you want to do with the monstrous cunts, Blaze?” Prez asks. We’d put them down in the Pocket along with the other men who were with them.
“They get treated like the monsters they are,” I declare, narrowing my eyes daring anyone to say anything different.
As expected, each and every one of the men in the room, nod their heads in agreement.
After we overtook them, Stoney sent a couple men to the Pocket to release the women, telling them to go into the gym and stay there for the time being. We all locked them down in the cages we have set to the side and went back inside. After Alverez’s friend came and took Momma B’s body to the morgue, we’d had the prospects clean up the area where she’d been lying, not wanting any of the women to see it. They didn’t need the sight of blood seared into their minds.
While my brothers settled their ol’ ladies and the clubwhores, I’d checked on Raven and taken a shower. Things got bad when Rage got to the clubhouse. Raven had a meltdown apologizing to him for her part in Momma B’s death. It wasn’t her fault, we all knew this and we needed to make sure she realized none of us had anything against her.
“Do either of you have any objections to us taking out your egg and sperm donor?” Stoney asks Tyres and Brake.
“Don’t give a fuck about either one of them. Far as I care the only parents we had were Ryder, Fury, and Ela.” Tyres shrugs.
“Yep, kill ‘em all. Let it be over and done with once and for all,” Brake says, running his fingers along his neck.
“Alright then, we have some people to dispose of.” Stoney nods.
“Prez, before we go handle them, I’d like to bring something to everyone’s attention,” Bear says, gaining everyone’s attention. “We all know Raven believes it’s her fault for Momma B’s death. But what no one knows and I’d only just come to terms with it myself, my ol’ lady had less than a year to live.”
“What?” Rage growls. “What are you talking about Dad?”
“She’d just found out she had stage 3 breast cancer and there wasn’t a chance of them being able to save her, it had spread too far.” Oh shit. “It’s why I’m able to say this now. After we lay her in the ground, I would like to go nomad if the club approves.”
“Fuck, brother. I couldn’t see you not being here but I get why you need to do it. I’d feel the same way. I’ve got no problem with you going nomad. Just know this, you always have a home here with us.” Nodding my head in agreement, I bang my fist against the table alongside my brothers.
“You’ll always be a part of the Originals charter even when nomad,” I say.
“Thanks, brother, I appreciate everything. I had a long fuckin’ time to make memories with my ol’ lady and I know without a doubt she’s with our Jane now,” Bear says. “Now, let’s go kill the fuckers who caused all this shit to happen.”
“Well said, brother,” I mutter and stand from my seat as my brothers do the same.
Making my way out to the Pocket alongside my brothers, I debate on what was the best way to make Dixie suffer for what she did to Raven and our boys. The bitch deserves something most excruciating.
An idea hits me and I know exactly what we should do with some of them. “Anyone feeling horror movie style?” I ask.
“What do you have in mind?” Rage asks with a grin.
“Just wait and see. I have some pets I keep down in the Pocket,” I chuckle. “The cunts will get something different but I’m thinking something well deserving for the crimes they’ve done against us.”
“I’m liking the way you think,” Brake snickers.
Making our way inside, we’re met with screams demanding we release them.
“Get the men out first,” Stoney orders.
“You got it, Prez,” Burner and Shadow say in unison.
I hadn’t been surprised to see Burner was one of the brothers to come up with Rage. Thorn, Badger, Hades, and Horse also came with him. Momma B was cherished by all of us. Members from the Tennessee and South Carolina charters were on their way after getting the call.
Soon as Louis and Henry Pelletier were dragged out of the cage they were in, I glanced over to Thorn. “String ‘em up,” I mutter.
“Fuck yeah.” Thorn has a way of hanging them with a grappling hook. Moments later the men are crying out in pain from the hooks being driven into their shoulder blades and finally hung from the ceiling.
Making my way to the storage closet, I drag out the crate filled with rats.
“Oh fuck,” Hades groans. “Let me grab the needle and thread.” Yeah, he knows what I’m intending to do.
“I’ll stitch one’s stomach back up while you do the other,” Shadow growls.
“Grab a seat brothers we’ll be here for a while,” Stoney states.
Silence descends upon us, as I grab one of my knives and slice first Louis’ stomach open then Henry’s. Putting the knife back down on the table, I reach down and one by one I lift a rat up out of the crate and shove them into each of their stomachs. Soon as they each have five rats a piece, I step back and allow Shadow and Hades to get in there and sew