“Kane, make him pay for what he did to the other girl,” she barely manages to croak and squirms wanting down. Shaking my head no, I place her in Ethan’s arms. “I love you, sweetheart I will be right behind you guys.” I kiss her forehead.
“Love you,” she whispers and cuddles into Ethan's chest. Isaac is coming out next carrying the other chick wrapped in his shirt now. He gives me a look that tells me to make sure he pays. The motherfucker isn’t going to die easy.
“Let’s kill some motherfuckers.” The President gives me a look and walks into the kitchen. Passing the already dead body of Sydney’s father in the living room with a gunshot right between the eyes.
Following behind him my eyes instantly go to the man who kidnapped and hurt my woman. What kind of fucking man hits a woman? I understand if she was beating the shit out of you for no reason and you push her off, but physically hitting her to cause hurt? That’s uncalled for. Men are protectors, not abusers, and I’m about to cause this man a lot of fucking pain.
Walking up to the man, I lift him off the ground by his hair. Pushing him in the chair, I tie his hands behind his back. Taking a pair of brass knuckles from my back pocket. The man smiles at me. Fucking smiles. Rearing my hand back, I hit him twice. Blood and teeth fly out of his mouth.
Taking his hair, I pull his head back. “Tell me why you did all this? Her dad and that one sick fuck already in jail?”
His chuckles. Blood pours out of his toothless mouth. “Like I would fucking tell you.” He spits at my feet. Lifting him off the ground, I lean the back out of the chair against the table. Spotting a cloth by the sink I throw the cloth over his mouth and nose.
Digging through the cabinets until I find a bucket, I fill it with water and walk over to him. Looking around, I spot the President who is leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face. “Hold the motherfucker still.”
He nods and grabs the man's shoulders. “You gonna talk, fucker?”
He shakes his head no. Lifting the bucket over his head, I start to pour the water over his nose and mouth slowly. He starts sputtering, coughing, and starts moving around trying to get away. A few seconds later, I pull the rag away from his mouth.
“Her fucking father is the one wanting her dead. I met her in college, and I’ve followed her since. My dad and her dad apparently knew each other. Waited forever for a chance to take what’s mine, but your stupid ass cut right in. Her dad and me planned this all.” He angrily tells me out of his toothless mouth. It’s almost comical.
“Don’t worry, her dad is fucking dead.” Putting the rag back in his mouth, I take my gun out of my back pocket, but a hand on my arm stops me.
“Kill him, and we will put away the bodies. He won’t be fucking found. We will throw his ass in a tub of acid and dump the rest of him in the lake out of the middle of the fucking woods.” The President lets me go and steps back.
Putting the gun to his head, I pull the trigger not even thinking twice about it. Yeah killing someone is wrong, but I have a family to think about. I have a fiancée and kids. They’re not going to be in danger again as long as I can help it. Putting some fucker down to keep them safe? Nothing to even contemplate.
I don’t know the Prez of the MC Club, but I’m following my gut, and I know I can trust him. Turning around, I nod my head at him. Smacking him on the back, I say, “Thanks, man.”
“No thanks needed, man. I wanted these fuckers dead anyway. If it was my woman I would have done ten times worse.”
Nodding my head, I walk out of the house without looking back. I have one thought and that thought is getting back to my woman.
Chapter Nineteen
Sydney
Groaning, I roll over in bed. The bed feels hard and rough. The blanket covering me is stiff and doesn’t hold any warmth. I start to shake from the cold, and I can feel my teeth chattering which causes my face to ache. Where am I?
Oh no. I’m still down in the basement. I raise up quickly and open my eyes while looking around frantically.
“Shhh, baby girl. I’m here, baby.”
Warm hands touch my hand and arm. Looking over, I see Kane leaning over the bed—a worried expression on his face. Now that the blanket has fallen off me, the shaking and the cold is ten times worse.
Grabbing Kane’s hand, I pull him, wanting him to get in bed with me. He starts to shake his head no. “Please, Kane, I need this,” I barely manage to get out through my chattering teeth.
He nods and kicks off his shoes. Climbing into bed, I lie on his chest. His arms wrap around me, and I’m surrounded by his warmth. I snuggle deeper as he pulls the covers over me with his arms around me. Down in the basement I felt like I would never get to see him or my kids again. I know Kane would do anything to find me, but so many things cross your mind in that situation.