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“You let the cunt live?” Butcher hissed, deciding this was worse news than discovering he was rapidly approaching his expiration date.
The group shared a look before Hughie awkwardly cleared his throat and explained,” Ryan wasn’t going to let us hurt his dad. And, I mean, we didn’t want to kill Homelander in front of him either.”
“So you all put him up in a safehouse with my bloody wife?”
“Becca’s just happy Ryan came back,” M.M explained. “It just comes with the added benefit of getting to watch that motherfucker having to play nice at his lowest.”
Butcher set his cup down on one of the desks, happy to picture it. His Becca getting to make the bastard feel as weak as he deserved to after what he did all those years ago. While he couldn’t retaliate.
She’d told him once that she had fantasized about that exact scenario thousands of times
“If it makes you feel any better, he’s tried to escape and he has failed every single time,” Starlight snorted. “Becca says he can’t run very fast or very long, and that both she and Mallory have been able to kick his ass when he’s tried to fight them. He can’t even drive a car, and the safehouse is an hour’s drive back to civilization.”
The idea was fucking delightful.
“And everyone thinks him and Maeve are dead. So no one’s looking for him,” Hughie added.
“Alright. Me and him are going to have a little chat.”