She giggled. “You’re insatiable.”
“I know, but it’s all directed at you.”
They talked for the first fifteen minutes of the drive about their wedding. He knew his brothers wouldn’t accept being in suits for the wedding. Prue didn’t want them in suits. She wanted the men to wear their leathers as she walked down the aisle in a white wedding dress.
“The boys are going to love you,” he said, laughing.
“It’s what I want. We’ll pay the church the proper money for us to get what we want.”
“Okay, I’m game if you are,” he said. “Tiny will help pay for the wedding, or at least the club will.”
For several minutes they were silent. Zero recognized the road. He’d not been down this road for a long time. Memories of Trevor dying in his arms were too much.
“Where are we going?”
“Trevor stayed in a hotel room when he called me. He was bleeding out and knew they’d come to finish him off in a hospital. Before he died he wanted to talk to me about you. He asked for me to keep you safe.” He laughed. The sound was hollow. “How fucking safe am I keeping you when I’m leading you to the man who killed your brother?”
She squeezed his hand. “Don’t let that happen. What happened afterward?”
“I burned the building to the ground. No one else was inside the hotel either. Only the person on reception who was too late in calling for help, so the whole building burned to the ground. Since then it was demolished, rebuilt, and is now an abandoned factory. The economy really hit the factories hard. A lot of places closed down, and not all of them have been rebuilt.” He rubbed at his temple.
“Why is he doing this?”
“He wants us on edge. This is where Trevor died in my arms. He’s going to test us by throwing everything at us.” Zero shrugged. “We’re strong together, baby. We’ll get through this.”
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too.”
They were silent as the building came into view. It was such a horrid vision, and he couldn’t help but imagine Trevor placing a hand on his shoulder.
You can do this.
Parking the car, he climbed out staring at the building. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to clear his vision. Staring at the factory he saw several windows were smashed, and the whole building itself looked like it was crumbling. Graffiti coated the walls with names or pictures. One picture was of a cock with large balls.
Shaking his head, he looked down at the floor. Prue grabbed his hand. “We can do this. We’re in this together. We’ve always been in this together.”
Feeling her strength, he took several steps forward. He paused when he saw a man wearing a hood walk out of the building.
“Well, well, well, I really thought I’d have to send a message to my men,” Alan said, raising the cell phone to his ear. “Back off. He’s here, and he’s here alone.”
He watched Alan throw away the cell phone.
“Are you going to stay hidden behind that hood?” Zero asked.
“I guess now is a good time as any.” Alan removed the hood.
Zero didn’t make any move, but the man’s face was a complete mess. Ten years ago he hadn’t shown any kind of mercy. There were also burn marks over his face. The picture Whizz had gotten hadn’t done the man justice.
“I’m a fucking beauty, don’t you think?” Alan asked. His gaze turned to Prue. She didn’t look shocked or even scared. “Would you fuck me, baby?”
“No, you killed my brother.”
“The only reason?”
“No. You fucking repulse me, and it has nothing to do with the scars. Your game is what turns me off.”
Alan looked up at the sky and started laughing. “Ah, I really do love my games. It was a stroke of genius. Seeing men, hard-nosed men, turn into a bunch of fucking pussies. It was brilliant.”
Zero gripped Prue’s hand tighter. He was really struggling to keep his anger at bay. Those men were his friends. They had been through so much, and the women didn’t deserve that kind of pain.
“The whore nurse you fucked was especially delightful. She squealed like a little bitch with every cut I made.”
“So did you if I remember correctly.”
Alan’s smile vanished, and his face turned into thunderous rage.
“Where is Whizz?” Zero asked.
“Now, the computer nerd was a delight. He’s never going to be the same after I got through with him.”
He watched Alan grab his cock giving it a rub.
Zero’s stomach turned. He hoped to God Alan didn’t rape Whizz. He was sick to his stomach, his rage simmering, waiting to be released.