I pushed the guards into a few of the cells. I did them in pairs, which thankfully worked since there were only a few left alive after the fighting. Then Morgan and Vince in one, and then Brandon and Shannon in the last one. I slammed the last cell closed, and Shannon charged the door, the silver bars burning her flesh, and she shrieked. “You can’t be f*****g serious.”
I grinned. “Oh, I am. I endured it…so can you.” Shannon’s face snarled but then, like a light switch, it changed to a grin. Then she started laughing. “What is so funny?”
She came back to the front of the cell. “You can lock us away all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that your father probably died in those caves, and your mother is sitting at a cabin being attacked by the rest of the brotherhood. And you have bee
