Walking down the stairs, I stopped at the bottom when Kylo moved up to my side. Boom waited, leaning against the wall.

“Boom” was all Kylo said.

“Kid,” Boom replied. “I held back. Wasn’t sure what you’d pick.”

“Saint and I will go in there and finish this.”

Boom straightened as he looked at Kylo with pride and nodded once. He made it our way, dropped a hand to Kylo’s shoulder, and I caught the pressure he applied before he moved up the stairs.

“Let us know if you need anythin’,” Country said at our back.

State nodded in agreement. “We’ll wait around in case.” Wreck grunted, his way of saying he’d be there too.

“Thanks, brothers,” Kylo said before he went down the hall to where the cell was. Where his father waited. I followed silently behind him. He didn’t hesitate when we got to the cell. He took the key off the hook and unlocked the door. With a final touch from me, my hand to his back, he flung the door wide.

Henry sat on a cot in the corner. He stood when we’d entered, winced, holding his ribs on his right side. Yeah, Boom had his fun.

He started rambling, “Kylo, son, I didn’t mean anything by it. I wasn’t myself.” He hit the side of his head with his hand. “I-I’m messed up.” Tears sprung to his bruised eyes. “I’ll get help. I will. I won’t let it happen again. I promise. If you just let me go, I won’t do drugs, drink, nothing. Please, just let me go. I’ll get your money back. I will. I’ll disappear. You won’t see me again. I won’t come near you.” He flicked his gaze to me. “To any of you.”

“You killed her,” Kylo said, his voice like steel.

Henry cringed. Tears fell as he whispered, “I wasn’t myself.”

“You murdered your wife,” Kylo snarled, his upper lip pulling up in disgust.

“I didn’t mean it,” Henry sobbed.

“You came into Saint’s house, killed Samantha, beat me, and you thought you would have the chance for me to leave you alone?”

“Kylo, please, please, I didn’t mean anything. I was high, out of my head.” He slapped the sides of his head again. “I just needed money. I needed money.”

Kylo snorted. “You’re pathetic.”

He dropped to his knees, his hands out. “Please, please, Kylo, let me go. Don’t call the cops. Don’t send me to jail. Please. I won’t be able to take it. Please, please, Kylo.”

“Get up,” Kylo demanded.

Henry didn’t move.

“You heard him. Get the fuck up,” I barked.

Henry whimpered.

Fuck me.

Fucking hell, he was pathetic.

Kylo snorted. “I never said anythin’ about jail or the cops, Henry. You ain’t that lucky.”

Henry’s eyes widened, more panic setting in.

Good.

He deserved everything we would deal out.

“No,” Henry whispered. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”

I shook my head and smiled while Kylo laughed darkly. “What? Kill you like you did Samantha? Like you and those other fuckers would have done to me?”