Chapter 40

“Do you believe her?” Jael asked, pacing the living room.

Micah took a sip of whiskey. After Sophia passed out, he’d put her to bed and made sure she still breathed. Then he called Simon for a pickup, and now they waited for him.

Did he believe Sophia? He had no choice but to believe her. He couldn’t imagine her letting Megan go with an utter stranger. Did she visit the shed? He didn’t know, and at this point it was irrelevant. Blake had Megan, a very important part of his breeding program, and Micah didn’t have his prize for the money he needed to find the Saviors.

Dammit all to hell and back.

“I don’t know, Jael,” Micah snarled. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“It does matter, because if that bitch is lying, something needs to be done to bring her back in line.”

Micah stood to his full height, his anger roaring in his ears. “And what is that, Jael? Do you want to beat her so she’s hesitant to mate with you? Do you want to make her life so miserable as you did with Beth that she kills herself? Is that what you want?”

He’d never forgiven Jael for tormenting and rutting on Beth so hard the female felt it would be best to commit suicide. Jael had cost him an SR44 female, and it never failed to piss him off when he gave it any thought.

"She's hesitant anyway. Perhaps if she were smacked around a bit, she would realize she can't outsmart us, that we are her keepers.”

Micah shook his head. “You need to treat her right. Her body will not take your seed if she is tense during the mating ritual. And if she ends up killing herself, I will kill you.”

“Is that what has happened between the two of you?” Jael questioned with a smirk. “Is she tense, or are you, as the humans say, shooting blanks?”

Micah turned from Jael. The male had always liked to get people riled up, always pushing boundaries. This wasn’t the first time Jael had provoked Micah, and it wouldn’t be the last. Micah would love nothing more than to shoot the bastard, but Jael served a purpose. There was nothing the male wouldn’t do, and at his core, his loyalty ran deep.

Despite all that, the irritation with him grew daily.

There was a soft knock on the front door and Micah went to answer it. Simon and Titus stood on the other side. While Jael had his use, Simon didn’t, and Titus was just as worthless. Micah noticed Simon pulling away from the Platoon the past couple of months, just as Nico had done before he joined the Saviors. Titus had become nothing but a lazy party boy, spending most of his time hungover or drunk. As the anger of Jael’s words grew, so did his irritation with both of them.

“What took you so long?” Micah snapped.

Simon shrugged. "We came as fast as we could, Micah."

A storm brewed within Micah as he stared at Simon. Things had not been easy since they arrived on this damn rock, and it seemed there wasn't an end to the trouble in sight. His irritation grew and morphed. Perhaps he should tell Daniel to let his little army of sickos loose on the streets to kill. Mass hysteria and mayhem would ensue, but at least he'd be the one in charge of it all. At least something would happen the way he wanted it to.

Memories of being sliced and studied by the government flashed in his mind. He'd come so close to killing the Saviors, but it seemed they were one step ahead of him, and they didn't even realize it. Where did they hide? Why was it so difficult to find them? He needed that computer software Daniel spoke of.

He wanted to scream and rage, but instead, he pulled out his gun and shot Simon in the head.

Raising his gun to Titus, the male’s eyes grew wide, and he ran. Micah pulled the trigger a few more times, not really aiming. Titus disappeared into the desert, and Micah hoped he’d at least put one hole into the son of a bitch. If Micah failed, Titus would most likely die out in the desert.

Jael stared down at a very lifeless Simon. "Why did you do that?"

Oddly, Micah felt a little better, like he was disposing of the dead weight in his life. He needed people like Jael around him, and Simon had gone soft, just as Nico had.

"He was worthless," Micah grumbled. "Let's put him out back in the shed, wake Sophia, and get out of here."