Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“No ch-choice,” the boy choked out. “I’m the p-president’s s-son.”
I looked at Scorpion. He looked at me. Silently, we communicated, understanding running through both of us. He’d never wanted this. He’d been forced into it. The boy wasn’t fit for any club shit. He was too soft, too fucking sweet. And he was on the verge of passing out from fear.
“Let him loose,” Scorpion ordered. Tango quickly began undoing the boy’s ties without a second of hesitation. “He’s your responsibility, Tango,” Scorpion told him. He’d obviously seen what I had. Tango was sweet on the boy.
Tango nodded once and lifted the boy into his arms. The boy wrapped around him like a monkey, sobbing into his neck. Tango didn’t spare any of us a glance as he carried the boy up the stairs and out of the cellar.
Scorpion looked at me. “We’ve got what we need. What do you want to do with him?” he asked, jerking his head in the other man’s direction.
I grinned and shrugged my cut off before rolling up the sleeves of my long-sleeve shirt. The man’s eyes widened. “You know who I am?” I asked him as I stepped out of the shadows, handing Scorpion my cut.
He slowly nodded, being careful of the knife still resting on his tongue.
A cruel smile twisted my lips. “Good. Then you know the woman you attacked is mine. And I’m about to violate you in the same way you fucking violated her.” I bent in front of him, gripping his chin. He winced when the knife cut into the inside of his cheek and his tongue. Blood spilled from his mouth. “Hope you’re fucking ready,” I rumbled.
I began to untie him, and Scorpion and Mark held him down as I worked on stripping him out of his clothes. He yelled and screamed and fought, but I barely broke a sweat. Once he was naked, I tied his hands behind his back and tied his ankles together. Then, I grabbed my knife from my boot and began to cut the club emblem into his back.
He screamed, throwing up, and every time he passed out from the pain, Mark and Scorpion woke him back up. Blood covered my hands and arms and pooled on the floor.
Gripping his hair with my bloody fingers, I yanked his head back. He was sobbing like a fucking pussy. “You’re going to be a message that one day, I’m coming for your VP,” I warned him.
He cried in earnest, trying to apologize, but he was in too much pain to force his brain to work.
I spread his ass cheeks, and leaning over him, my chest plastered to his back, I kneeled on his balls. He screamed again, and then, I shoved the knife up his ass straight to the hilt.
“No one fucks with my woman,” I snarled in his ear.
Then, I slammed his head to the concrete hard enough to crack his skull.
13
Chase
It was almost dark by the time we rolled back up to the clubhouse. After the asshole had died on the floor of the cellar, Scorpion and I dragged his body out in a body bag and carried his heavy ass through the woods to the waiting van. It was another long ride to his territory—not to mention dangerous. The drop from my adrenaline high had left me exhausted and ready to crawl into bed.
But alas, that couldn’t happen—not yet. Because after we dropped his body off in the Ghosts of Chaos’ territory, we headed back to the cellar to help do clean-up. Which was another couple of hours.
And now, I was fucking exhausted. Dead on my fucking feet, really. Blood and sweat were clinging to my skin, and I was in desperate need of a shower. I smelled like I’d stepped out of a butcher shop.
“Go on and get cleaned up and get some sleep,” Scorpion said, looking as tired as I felt. “I’ll call church in the morning so we can decide as a club where to go from here. After what we did tonight, there’s no turning back. We’re eyeballs deep in this shit now, regardless of Johnston’s involvement.”
I nodded in agreement and tilted my head back to look up at the sky as twilight descended upon us. We’d brought our own shit on us now. Before, we could’ve just let Johnston call all the shots, but not now.
It had gotten too personal now.
“Well, the peace was nice while it lasted,” I joked.
Scorpion snorted. “Eh, it was beginning to get boring as fuck anyway.”
I snickered. He wasn’t wrong. It had been too quiet. Men like us didn’t want peace. We wanted bloodshed and darkness. It was where we were most comfortable at.
I clapped a hand to his shoulder before heading inside the clubhouse. Mark and Scorpion trailed in behind me, the doors closing quietly behind them. Gidget looked up from his phone, arching a brow. “You left Tango to clean up by himself or some shit?” he asked, noticing he didn’t come in with us.