Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(50)

I pluck her from Myra’s arms and wrap my arms around her, her head tucked into my chest and her fist clutching the back of my cut. I look at Vinny, who is already staring at the both of us. I nod.

I’m going to be paying a visit to those bitches later. They need to stay the fuck away. We won’t hurt the bitches, but we sure as fuck can make them suffer. They like their money, and I will bleed them dry.

“Let’s get you home, angel.” I kiss the top of her head and pick her up off the floor bridal-style. I can’t take the thought of her being scared or hurt. “The babies are fine, angel,” I whisper.

She smiles weakly at me. I know she’s shaken up and the adrenaline is wearing off. She beat the shit out of the woman. I saw the hair lying on the floor.

Chuckling, I look down at Alisha as we walk to my truck.

“What’s so funny?” She narrows her eyes at me.

“Angel, you’re a mini badass. Pretty sure that woman is bald.” I laugh loudly.

She giggles. “Well, she pissed me off!” She wipes under her eyes and smiles at me.

“There’s that smile.”

She lays her head on my chest and inhales deeply.

Vinny opens the truck door so I can set her inside. She kisses me on the lips and buckles herself in. I can tell she feels a lot better already.

Shutting her door, I turn to Vinny. “We got to make sure these fuckers stay away. Meet me at eight at the club.”

He nods, and I walk around the front of the truck.

Nobody messes with my woman and gets away with it.





Butcher, Trey, Vinny, Torch, Locke, and I pull up to a huge-ass house in the middle of nowhere.

We all walk up to the front door. We ring the doorbell like we visit every day. The woman’s husband opens the door and sees us all standing there. He tries to shut the door, but I kick it open. It bounces off his head, and I hear that bitch scream. He scoots backwards with his feet, and I stroll over to him.

I pick him up by the throat. “We need to chat.” I drag him by his throat, and he scratches at my hands. I look down at him, wondering if he’s for real. Is he a chick?

After spotting the couch, I throw him toward it. He lands on his back, half on the couch and half off.

“What do you want?” he stutters and pushes himself up until he’s sitting on the couch.

His woman, the bitch, runs over and hugs up to him, wanting his protection. Does she fucking think he is going to do anything?

“That bitch messed with my wife for the last fucking time.” I grab my pistol out of my holster on the small of my back. I point the gun at him. “You do something about that shit or I will unleash hell on you.”

The woman whimpers, but I can tell that it’s fake.

The man nods. “She won’t do it again.” He hits her knee. “Will you, honey?”

She shakes her head and sniffs.

“See? She won’t do it again.” He smiles like it’s the fucking end of it.

I laugh out loud, and his smile drops.

“You think it’s that easy?” After grabbing the piece of paper with their bank info on it, I throw it on the coffee table.

He looks at it and then at me, pale as a ghost. “You drained my bank accounts.”

I grin evilly. “I sure fucking did.”

It’s like the fucking exorcist came over the bitch. Her head whips around so far and so quick that I wouldn’t be surprised if she had whiplash.

“You what?” she screams and stands up, her hat falling off.

I suck my lips into my mouth to keep from laughing. Alisha pulled all the hair out of the top of her head.

“We did!” I taunt.

She glares at me before a slow smile covers her face. Well, what do you know! Her face can show something else but a glare.

“Do you want your money back?”

She nods and moves closer, but I look at the husband.

“Yeah.”

“I will return it, but you have to make sure I don’t see your fucking face again, and if I do, I will take everything and give it away. I know you have more money. I will take that shit too. I will take everything and you will never get it back again.”

He nods, and she follows him.

“But I am leaving her,” he says. “I am done with her shit.”

I laugh and back away.

“You’re leaving me?” She starts sobbing.

I turn around. I won’t be seeing these people again. They love their money too much to dare to do anything else.

“Let’s get home to our women!” Torch yells.

I agree. I want to go home and hold my woman and our babies.

Walking down their steps, Butch takes his knife out . He drags it down the side of their Mercedes, leaving a scratch from the top of it to the end. I eye Butcher, and he just grins. Crazy fucker.