“Sparrow, let me up,” I say as I help her off my lap.
The rest of the men have their phones out as I stand and help Gwen sit back down in our spot on the couch. Walking toward church, I make the video full screen so I can figure out who’s in my home. Just before I get inside our meeting room, I stop dead in my tracks. Neil is in my house. Rage floods my veins as I watch him walk through our home and touch everything my wife loves and cherishes. Things that only her and I have any business touching or looking at.
When he gets to the fireplace, I see the disgust on his face as he looks at our photos from the maternity shoot. Before he can do anything to the pride and joy of Gwen, I look at my brothers and we all take off. Pulling the gun from my holster, I race to my home with the guys at my side. When we’re close to the house, we all separate and surround it. I take the front door with Stryker.
Opening the door, I silently walk in to find Neil still looking at the pictures of us. Disgust fills his face as he begins to reach up for the picture of Gwen and me.
“I suggest you leave everythin’ in my home alone. It’s not yours to touch,” I growl out, leveling my gun on Neil.
He slowly turns around, an evil smile on his face. His gaze slides from the top of my head covered in my ever-present black bandana down to my motorcycle boots. The sneer he gives me is nothing to laugh at as one escapes his nervous, fear filled face.
“So, you’re the trash who has tainted my woman?” he growls out, venom filling his voice.
“I haven’t tainted anyone. My wife is none of your concern though you’ve made it your mission to fill her with fear and torment her. Even while inside a prison,” I say walking even closer to him. “Now, you’re gonna die a slow, painful death while we all watch on and laugh our asses off at your bitch ass.”
With all of my brothers now in the house, Neil looks around and sees he’s surrounded and there is no escape for him this time. He looks as if he’s about to piss himself. That won’t be happening in our home. This place is already being tainted with him simply being inside these walls.
“What do you wanna do?” Slim asks me, standing behind Neil with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Take him to the basement,” I answer, never taking my gun off the fuckface in front of me. “Make sure you search him good for any weapons or anythin’ else.”
Stryker and Playboy grab Neil on each side. He doesn’t bother trying to fight them off as they drag him from my home. I quickly walk through the house to make sure he didn’t ruin anything Gwen has done to make this place our home instead of somewhere to rest our heads once in a while. Once Rich and I make sure nothing is out of place, we lock everything back up and make our way to the clubhouse.
“Rich, I want you to remain glued to Gwen’s side,” I order him, knowing he wouldn’t have it any other way. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to land a few shots on him before we kill him.”
Rich may only be a Prospect, but he’s done everything in his power to help ensure Gwen has been safe and protected while I’m not with her. He’s more of a brother to her than anyone else. We go our separate ways once we’re back in the clubhouse. I head to the basement while he makes his way to the common room.
When I get in the room where Neil is, I see they’ve already stripped him of his clothes, leaving him in nothing more than a pair of designer boxers. Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me.
“I want his boxers off too. They kept Gwen naked a lot of times and he definitely deserves to be treated less than she was. My woman went through hell and he’s goin’ to experience that same treatment firsthand,” I state, walking up to him and removing my knife from the holder on my hip.
Slicing through the silk material, I watch as they drift down to the floor covered in a plastic sheet. Neil still keeps the venomous look on his face. Yeah, he won’t be looking like that for very long.
“So, you’ve been comin’ after my woman. Why?” I question him, running my blade down the center of his chest.
“She’s mine. Was given to me by her father. I’ve already been in her body and there’s no way she’s not coming with me,” he states as if he’ll be walking out of here alive.
“You think you’re gonna get out of here alive?” I growl out.
“I know I am,” he states, his voice sounding very confident.
“Why is that?” Stryker questions him.
“Because I have more money than you’ll ever have and powerful connections who know exactly where I am right now,” he tells us as if we care.
“No, you really don’t have more money than what we have. You don’t even have more money than what I have in my bank account right now. And all of our money isn’t blood money from sellin’ young girls and women. We don’t sell drugs to kids. Or put guns in the hands of the innocent. All to make a buck without carin’ about anythin’ else,” I tell him, knowing every detail about his sordid life.
Neil’s eyes widen at the information I have on him. Fox has been digging into every single aspect of his life and we know it all. Including the accounts, he has overseas trying to hide money. Money that’s no longer filling those accounts. Fox worked his magic, and that money is now in an account for my wife. To compensate for all of the pain and suffering she’s been through because of him.
“Fox, why don’t you show him all of the work you’ve been doin’,” I tell him, watching on as Fox grabs his laptop and pulls up the screen to show off his handiwork.
I watch as Neil’s face contorts in anger. He’s seeing all of his money is gone from the accounts he’s been filling up for years. My wife now has several million dollars to her name, and she doesn’t even know it. She’ll be able to do whatever she wants to and never have to worry about anything ever again. Not that she’s getting away from me; I’ll never leave her side. Or any of our children.
“You can’t do this to me!” Neil screams out. “You’ll be ruined. Someone very close to you has been helping me lately and has all the information of where I am and who has me.”
“No. See, you’re gonna be the one who’s ruined. Then you’ll be buried in a shallow grave where no one will ever find your remains,” I state, grabbing the baseball bat resting against the wall. “Who the fuck do you think is gonna help you that’s close to us? We don’t let strangers in and the problems we did have attached to the club because of you are no longer a threat.”
“You’d be surprised to know who’s helping me. I’m not gonna tell you either. Anyone you let in your daily lives could be the rat,” Neil says, taunting us all as I look around the room.
We’re all confused about who would be helping him. It’s not Maria because she hasn’t been in contact with him. Everyone else we’ve discovered has already been taken care of. Neil is either full of shit or we have another rat. We’ll have to figure out who that man, or woman, is.
Holding it in my hands, I walk around Neil. His body begins trembling as he realizes what I’ve been saying is true. No one is going to come to his rescue. Not this time. While we’ve been out looking, we may have been paying all of his little minion’s visits. They like their lives too much and want to keep living instead of joining him in shallow graves. Or watching their families disappear from their lives.