Page 90 of His Loyal Rebel

"She'll be okay." He rubbed Twyla's back. "We just need to give her time."

By the end of the day, Tracy would never have to see another Cusclan member again.

He was sure that some Cusclan members would survive, but those that remained would be too busy trying to keep their heads above water to come into Missoula.

It meant Twyla was safe. Her one and only connection to Cusclan would be gone.

"When do you have to leave?" She sighed, stroking his face.

"In a few minutes." He needed to put gas in his Harley, check his weapons, and calm himself—and he couldn't do that around Twyla. "Just let me hold you a little longer."

"I hate this," she murmured.

"I'd worry if you didn't." He kissed her eyelids, her nose, and finally, her mouth.

The need to annihilate Cusclan was a long time coming. Big was only a roadblock. But after tonight, he'd have nothing in his way.

He couldn't bring back his parents or make Tracy forget the past, but he could focus on the future.

He pulled his mouth off Twyla. "We're going to the courthouse on Monday."

Her eyes widened. His cock pulsed. He wanted nothing more than to make Twyla his in all possible ways.

"For?"

"We're getting hitched." He kissed her hard. "In the meantime, think about letting me put a baby in your belly."

She gasped and coughed. "A baby?"

He grinned. "As soon as possible."

She gawked at him. He kissed her again.

"Think about that when I'm gone." He backed up a step and winked.

Flustered, she palmed her forehead and stared at him. Confident that would get her mind off his absence, he changed directions and went to his sister, still in Rick's arms.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Tracy was worn out. The last couple of days, she'd gone through the motions of taking care of the children. But as soon as she got a break or like today when the kids were tucked in at Priest and Nicole's house with the other children under armed guards, Tracy struggled to hold it together.

"Next time you see me, it'll be over," he whispered.

Tracy opened her eyes and lifted her head off Rick's shoulder. She studied him, swallowing hard.

Whip cupped his sister's cheek. "Everything is going to work out."

"You'll come back?" She wet her lips. "Promise me."

"I promise." He glanced at Rick and dipped his chin.

With his goodbyes said in the only way he knew how he left the clubhouse and went out to his Harley. Priest was waiting for him. He took his duffle off his motorcycle seat and set it on the ground, out of view of the street. Deliberately and thoroughly, he went through his weapons, attaching a pistol to his lower leg, one behind his belt, and slipped a forty-caliber in the pocket of his vest.

He was loaded for war.

All he had to do was make it through town and over to Stevensville, a nearby town, without the cops stopping him. Once he was free and clear, nothing would keep him from taking out Big.

Twyla never had anyone show her she was worth a million stars. Hell, a trillion stars.

She meant the world to him, and nobody would take that away from him.