They walked for about twenty minutes. Then the shovels were handed out, and they started digging an unmarked grave. He grabbed Carl’s legs, tossed his rapist ass in the hole, and they started filling it with dirt.
“You guys know you’re my family,” Cain said, his focus on the freshly filled grave. He spit on it, feeling disgust. “I have been waiting for this day for a long damn time.” He had also been thinking about all of this, every fucking day, while locked up.
Lucien clapped Cain on the back. “I know, brother, and you’re our family, too.”
“For life,” Kink said out loud.
“And we’d do anything to help you find peace and vengeance, brother,” Malice stated. He moved closer and placed his hand on Cain’s shoulder.
Cain nodded. These men were his family, his brothers in arms, and he’d kill and die for them.
“Anyone fucks with a member’s kid, in any damn way, and we band together and take them out,” Kink said in a deep rumble that held menace and threat.
They stayed there for a few more minutes, no one speaking, and then they all decided to go get piss ass drunk. Cain needed it, because doing what he really wanted to do—going to Violet—was not something he could entertain, not without feeling like a sick bastard.
Chapter Four
Cain sat at the bar at the Brothers of Menace clubhouse nursing a beer. He’d been drinking the same lukewarm Sam Adams for the last hour. The newest member of The Brothers, Pierce, had just been voted in, and he was busy getting trashed and loving up on the club girls hanging around him. Cain had never understood the appeal of sweet-butts in the club. Yeah, it was easy access and loose pussy, but he didn’t like the skankiness of the whole situation. He was probably the only man at the club that didn’t stick his dick into anything that walked. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact he had been locked up for nine years, because even before then he had stayed away from the sluts. He’d been with Beth Wren for a year, and that relationship had created his daughter Fallina. That had been the highlight of being with Beth, because when Fallina was only three he’d gotten a call that Beth had overdosed. To say he had been surprised that she had been hooked on drugs was an understatement. What he had devoted his life to from that moment on, was being a better father to Fallina. Cain hadn’t known about the drug use with Beth, and he had his daughter in that fucked up situation without realizing it, but he would never put her in a situation like that again. Maybe that was why he had never been into the party scene with the club, or the coke the guys did on occasion. Getting drunk was the extent of his partying.
He lifted his beer and thought about the day he had brought his little girl into his home for good. Cain hadn’t been a horrible father, seeing her when time allowed, and he wasn’t busy with the club, but he had also not been Dad of the Year. It was hard handling a daughter full-time when he had only been in her life off and on. The transition had been hard for both of them, but then Fallina had grown attached to him, become his best friend, and he couldn’t think of her not in his life. She might be an adult now, but she was still his little girl, and always would be.
“Hey,” a club girl said and came up to sit beside him.
“Not interested, honey,” he said with a bland voice. He wouldn’t be an asshole, but if she was like some of the pussy around her and was adamant on getting him off he’d have to put her ass in her place. He felt her gaze on him, and he looked at her.
“Excuse me? I’m not here offering to spread my legs for you.” She looked tired, had a tray full of beer bottles, and exhaled roughly.
“No? That would be a first with a sweet-butt in the club.”
“I’m not one of those,” she said a little annoyed, and Cain couldn’t help but chuckle.
They didn’t speak for a few seconds, and that was fine with him because he wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
“I heard you were locked up, and just got out?” she asked, and he clenched his jaw. Cain wasn’t all about talking about his personal shit with strangers, least of all women that hung out at the club.
“Not going there with you,” he said, kept his focus straight ahead.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Just making small talk.”
He glanced over at her. She sounded sincere, but he didn’t give a shit one way or another. He had just finished killing that piece of shit rapist, had Violet on the mind because he wanted to bring all of this up to her, and talking about his personal business with this random chick was not an area he was going to fucking go.