“God, I love you,” I tell him, needing him to know.
“I love you too, my angel. More than life itself,” he tells me, his voice ragged and rough with emotion.
I can tell he is affected just as much as I am. I shake in his arms from the high of everything being over. A tear leaks from my eye, and I tighten my arms around his neck. I never want to let him go; I want to stay in his arms forever.
“Locke is on his way back with the truck. We’ll see you tonight,” Kyle tells Jordan, and I feel him nod.
I was just kidnapped. I was kidnapped and things could have ended so much worse, but they didn’t. My life could have been over just like that. I will never take life for granted anymore. I am going to enjoy every single second of it.
Later that night.
Alisha just fell asleep, and I slip out of bed. I’m heading to the clubhouse. It’s time for some revenge. This man is in for a hell of a lot of pain. I will never forget the look on her face when she looked out the window at me, the fear and the want for me to take her away.
Every time I think of her looking at me like that, it makes me so fucking mad that I want to hurt anything in my sight. I wanted to take that fucker out right there, but I want my revenge and I am getting it.
Lane will be getting his also, but the man is mine. He hurt and took what was mine, and that is not overlooked. No, it’s held in the highest capacity. It’s one thing to mess with the club, but to mess with a member’s woman? That shit is another ballgame altogether.
I cover her up, tucking the blanket under her neck. I pile the spare pillows around her to create the effect that I’m still there.
Three prospects are here to protect her. One is on my porch, one is at the back of the house, and the other is stationed at the gate. The house will be armed. Nobody is getting to her.
I walk into the room where the man is being held. He’s already been beaten to hell; I’m guessing that’s Lane’s doing.
“He is all yours.” Lane smacks me on the back.
I grin at the man, and his eyes widen. Yeah, be fucking scared. Pain is something he is going to become accustomed to very quickly.
My mind flashes back to him pulling her hair, and I see the bruises on her wrist from him pulling her too hard. Grabbing the man’s hair with both fists, I pull the hair straight from the scalp. He winces, and I grin. I do this until he is relatively bald.
I flip his right arm under so his inner arm is exposed. I grab his hand and bend it back, but I keep a grip on his elbow so it doesn’t break too. With one sharp tug, I break it. He screams and starts thrashing around.
“You pulled her hair, bruised her wrist, and pushed her twice on the shoulder,” I tell him and walk to the wall with our toys. I grab a sledgehammer and walk back in front of him.
I hit him on the shoulder, shattering the bone. He screams louder, and I turn to the other one. I shatter the next one because he pushed her twice.
He pointed a gun at her.
“Gun.”
Kyle grabs a gun with a silencer. He hands it to me, and I cock It. I point the gun at his knee caps and shoot.
This time, he passes out. Butch walks up with a bucket of ice water. We pour it over his head, and he wakes up screaming.
He wanted to use my woman to get rid of his debt. She would have been raped, abused, and hurt. He had no fucking remorse, and he isn’t getting any from me.
I push his pants and his boxers down his legs.
“No no no no.” The man pleads, and it pisses me off.
I grab his face and stare him down. “Did you have remorse for my woman? Hmm? You were going to give her away to pay for your debt and she would have been raped. That shit doesn’t deserve remorse.”
A pair of pliers come into my view, and I look over to see Butch standing there with that fucking evil grin on his face. Stepping back, I open the pliers as far as they possibly can go and then wrap them around the head of his dick.
Snap.
He instantly passes out from the pain.
I pour another bucket of water over his head. “This is the end. Enjoy Hell.” I shoot the gun, and the bullet lands between his eyes.
I hand the gun off and look at Kyle. He nods at me and then at Lane, who does the same.
“We have this,” Kyle says. “Go home to your woman.”
“Thanks, man.”
Once home, I strip down and go straight into the shower. Today has been hell. I have never felt fear like that before. Ever. My fear was losing my woman, losing the woman I love. The thought of that is unbearable.
I love her.
I just didn’t realize how much until someone tried to take her away from me.
Getting under the sprayer, I brace my hands against the wall and let the water hit my back and my neck. I hear the glass door open and look over. Alisha steps inside, naked and looking beautiful. She wraps her arms around my back and lays her face on the middle of my back.