We could have died. I could have lost Vinny or lost our babies. The thought of that is unbearable.
“I was so scared when I saw her hit you with the rock.” I turn around and hug Vinny. “The thought of losing either of you kills me inside.”
Trey kisses the back of my head before kissing Vinny softly. “It knocked me to my fucking knees when I found out you were taken. I never fucking thought Andrea had a part in this.”
I can hear the guilt in his voice. “Please don’t blame yourself, Trey. You can’t stop fate. We’re all safe, happy and healthy. Now life is going to be better. No more looking over our shoulders.”
“You’re right, darlin’.”
We take our time washing each other, enjoying the moment and finally knowing that everything is okay.
It’s all over.
I crawl into bed in one of the guys’ shirts. I pull the covers up to my neck. I just can’t get warm, the adrenaline is still wearing off all of these hours later.
The guys follow me to bed, and we all snuggle together as tightly as possible. My eyes sting just thinking of how close I was to losing Vinny, and I could have lost my babies if I had been hurt.
I press my face against Trey’s chest. Vinny presses against my back and he holds me and Trey at the same time.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back the sobs that are trying to break free. Trey shifts under me until I’m lying flat on the bed with him hovering over me.
He’s so observant.
Trey’s face softens, studying me. He touches my face gently and strokes my cheekbone with his thumb. “It’s okay to cry, baby, you feel what you feel and there’s no point in hiding that shit.”
He undoes me. I cover my face and cry. I cry for myself, that someone stalked me because I was a model. I cry for my babies growing in my stomach who could have easily been taken from me
I cry for my Vinny, who I watched get attacked and hurt. His face is a reminder of what happened to him. He’s bruised to holy hell, his fingers are sprained, and he has a huge-ass knot on the side of his head.
I cry for my Trey who had to find out we were taken. I can’t imagine the fear he faced.
I cry for my brother, my family who had to be terrified of this fucker who terrorized my life.
My heart just hurts, but I hurt for everyone around me because I was the cause of this. They protected me and I just caused pain in the process.
But I won’t let my self-destructive thoughts destroy this. I am weak for them.
Trey
The next morning Vinny and I leave Lani in the special care of Andy, who is babying her. She’s going to spend the day in bed resting.
Vinny and I have to be at the club. We have one more fucking person to deal with—Andrea.
We walk into the club. I put my hand on Vinny’s back. Usually around the brothers we try to keep the PDA to a minimum because Vinny doesn’t want to appear weak to the guys.
But it’s been fucking years. We’ve been around our brothers for a long-ass time and I just don’t have it in me to hide shit anymore.
Vinny secretly smiles and pushes open the door. I lead him inside of the basement where Andrea is sitting in the middle of the floor tied to a chair.
The door slams shut behind us, and it’s just me, Vinny, Techy and a few other guys. The star of the fucking show isn’t here yet.
Andrea turns to look at us, glaring. “Finally tear yourself away from that murderer?” she hisses.
Vinny laughs. “Last time I checked, bitch, you’re the one who killed Freddy,” he gloats, and I try to hold fucking back from growing hard.
I love when he’s like this. This shit does something to me.
Andrea moves in her seat, trying to break free. “Lies! You believe that, huh? I bet those fucking babies aren’t yours! I hope they die!” Spit flies from her mouth.
Anger burns deep inside of me. Hearing her speak ill of our babies makes me want to hurt her.
But I will never hurt a female no matter how much I want to hurt this one. She tormented Lani and hurt Vinny. That shit is unforgivable in my eyes.
“What are you going to do? Kill me?” She gets an evil gleam in her eyes like she’s enjoying this. “You guys won’t hurt a woman.” She smirks, thinking she has a get-out-of-jail card.
“We won’t hurt you, but that doesn’t mean someone else won’t.”
Right on fucking cue, the door opens and in comes Shaylin with Butcher right on her heels. “Honey, I’m fucking home,” she yells and grins at everyone, like this is the best fucking thing to ever happen to her.
Shaylin is the daughter of the Grim Sinners ex-president and the brother of the current, along with being married to the baddest motherfucker in the club, Butcher.
Andrea stops speaking altogether when it hits her. Shaylin is going to settle this shit for us.
On many occasions when shit happens and we as men can’t settle that shit, we call her in and she fucking enjoys every second of it.
Death is an ending, but sometimes the road there shouldn’t be easy, and this is the case here. Woman or not, shit needs to be settled.
“Well, what the fuck do we have here?” Shaylin grins that fucking grin. She gets that from her dad Smiley. He will fucking kill you and do it smiling, Shaylin got the shit handed to her straight from her dad.
Andrea doesn’t speak to her, just stares at Shaylin. I can see sweat rolling down the side of her face. “Look, you guys, I was just being a bitch. She killed my man, you know what you would do if someone hurt Butcher, right, Shaylin?” she tries to reason.
Shaylin just keeps smiling, taking her bag from Butcher. “I learned over the years that it’s best to keep my own supplies. The guys ruin tools so fucking much, it’s better to keep my own.”
She reaches inside and grabs a pair of pink steel knuckles, “Do you like them?” She flexes them to the guys.
Butcher glares at everyone, making sure we all nod that we like them. I’m not afraid of anyone, but Butcher will make me second-guess shit.
“Please don’t do this,” Andrea begs.
Shaylin rolls her eyes. “Listen, you fucked with a lot of people in this club. I make it my mission to protect the women in the club. You fucked with them and I will fuck you right back.” She wrinkles her nose. “Not literally, but you get what I’m saying.”
Shaylin steps up without hesitating, hitting her twice in the face. Andrea screams, trying to tear her arms free.
“I will get free from you,” Andrea grumps through her messed up mouth. She looks at Shaylin right in the eyes. “When I do, I’m going to come for your sweet little daughter and son.”
This bitch is the dumbest person I have ever met in my life. You don’t say shit like that to Shaylin about her kids.
I guess she’s fucking hoping that Shaylin will just end her quickly, but I know for a fact that won’t be happening now. What little sympathy Shaylin did have for her is gone.
Shaylin looks over at us. “I would suggest leaving. This may take days, but know that she will be taken care of.”
“Have fun in hell, Andrea!” Vinny calls, and we walk out of the basement, Andrea’s screams filling the stairwell.
I push Vinny straight into one of the bedroom apartments. “Pants off now,” I order, and he gives me a hot look.