(Alex’s POV)
I obviously didn’t know Doc Johnson but my parents always spoke highly of him, so after April knocked Scott out, I walked calmly over to her and, as I looked down at him, nudged his head to the other side to watch the bruise forming on his temple, then said, “I think it’s time, babe. He’s had enough and so have we. I think it’s time we put him out of his misery, don’t you?”
She nodded, her face set sternly as she looked down at him as well. “Yes, but he needs to know why he’s being executed first.” She said and I agreed, “Absolutely, so does the pack.” We both turned to my Dad at that point and he smirked as he said, “Mace… Mack… haul this piece of trash down to our holding cells, will yah’?”
Both men grinned immediately, they’d been waiting for this day for a while now.
