I’m away from Emily so much I feel like I should just have Melissa adopt her, I’m such a shit father. But if Justine, no...when Justine takes me back, Emily will have more of a stable home.
Walking into the clubhouse I see the men have started a party and Rage looks happy for the first time in fucking months. “Who’s the new girl?” I ask Gunner. Bitch is ugly as fuck, but she’s got a banging body.
“Butterface is what we’re calling her, she came tonight. New. Jennifer vouched for her. She might be ugly, but that body is something else.” I look to Rage who has her cornered. “Bitch also doesn’t talk, so that’s a bonus. Rage keeps saying he’ll just fuck her with a bag on her head.” He laughs.
That surprises me, looks like he’s not pining after Jennifer anymore. “He done with Jennifer then?”
“Nope, fucker says the bitch is off limits to us, she’s his. But she’s not giving in and he’s sick of the blue balls. Looks like he’s claiming Butterface.” I look back over and see him dragging the girl to his room.
“He get anything out of Wrath?”
“Yeah, Wrath was pissed about how the club’s been changing. But all of us like the changes, be nice to have a family day and shit, instead of naked bitches around all the time. The view gets a little old, ya know. Plus, now that we have the condom rule, Rage will stop popping out random kids,” he says.
I chuckle at that, it’s true, Rage has the ability to knock up every bitch he fucks. Luckily, he’s only got four kids with four different women, as the rest of them got paid to get abortions. “He finish him off?”
“Yeah. Man. Rage went fucking nuts on Wrath once he was finished talking and beat the life out of him. We got that cop in your torture shed waiting for ya, by the way.”
“Good, I’m going to get to work.” I tap on the bar and head out back and through the fence to our hidden compound where we keep our tech, guns, and bodies waiting for me to deal with. It’s why the police raids never find anything when they’re here. We have this place locked the fuck down.
Making it to my shed, I nod to the prospect guarding the door and head in. Tied upside down is the shit-stain cop I’ve been dying to get my hands on.
“You mother fucker, you’ll never get away with this.”
I chuckle, “Oh, believe me, I will. Who do you think runs this town?”
“Not for long, there is a team ready and waiting for you to fuck up, watching your every move. It’s only a matter of time before they get you.”
“They’ll be waiting a long fucking time for that because it’ll be over my dead body, they get anything outta me. I keep my shit locked down tight. Why do you think you’ve never found shit during any of your raids?”
He gulps and starts struggling.
“They won’t even find your body, all they’ll know is that you took off, humiliated.”
I grab a knife and brandish it over a strap to sharpen it. Dull knives are fun, but I intend to make this man suffer, and dull knives tend to cause my victims to pass out.
“Now you’re gonna give me names, everyone associated with you, that wants to take me out.”
“Never.” With that word I slam my knife into his leg and yank it roughly out. He screams like a little bitch.
“I know you won’t talk, but I figured if you did, I’d just kill you quicker. This way I get to play.” I grin at him, as blood sprays out of his leg, some of it hitting me in the face.
I go to slice a part of him off that he probably loves when he pisses himself, getting some on my hand. Fucking nasty. I go to the sink and wash up then go back to him. “It’s the mayor!” He finally squeals out as I press my knife to his cock.
I smile, that’s all I needed to know. I knew that fucker had it out for me, but he always seemed too chicken-shit to come to me himself.
With those words, this cop just earned himself an easy death. I pull back his neck and slice. Blood sprays everywhere as he dies.
I head out of the shed and get to Gunner. “Clean-up needed in the shed, want his body decomposed, as in, no one ever finds it.” He gets my meaning and takes off with a few brothers to clean up my shed.
Time to go home and work on winning Justine back.
Chapter Fifty-four
Justine
After Carson left, I dove into writing, I’m not sure why but what I experienced has given me a great idea for a new book. This time, I can’t list it in Romance because I’m not giving the couple a happily ever after. I literally spent the last nine hours just writing, and I can’t believe how far I’ve gotten, this book is basically writing itself.
I’m interrupted when my doorbell goes off and my dad steps inside. “Hey, dad,” I say quietly, wondering if he got the news about Eileen.
“You should sit down,” he tells me.
“I already know, dad.” I give him a look but sit down anyways. “Eileen is dead, I know how, I know why, and I know where.”
Dad has a tear leak from his eye that he wipes away quickly. “I hated her, but I never wished her death.”
I grab his hands in mine and give him a squeeze. “I found out I have a half-brother,” I blurt when he finally gets himself under control.
“What?”
“His name is Hunter, he’s about ten years older than me and he’s the president of a rival MC.” I fill him in on everything that happened to me, the kidnapping, the meeting of Hunter, how mom was there. All of it. dad looks visibly shaken.
“You’re okay, though?” he asks finally.
“Yes, daddy, I’m perfectly fine. I’m a little in over my head, so much going through it, but I’m safe, I’m fine.”
“Where is Carson?” he asks.
“We broke up.”
“What? Why?”
“He couldn’t keep it in his pants, but he’s saying I’m still his and he’s not giving me up.”
Dad shakes his head. “I know how you feel about cheating, but that man loves you, worships the ground you walk on, even I can see that. Hold your grudge, but at some point, you’ll realize life is too short.” He’s right, especially after Eileen’s death, holding onto all the hate that we’ve both been holding onto hasn’t been good for us.
I just don’t know if I can forgive him, what he did gutted me. I don’t even care anymore about the kidnapping. It worked out in the end. But now every time I close my eyes, all I see is that bitch riding Carson’s cock like a rodeo queen.
“I’m gonna head home, I have funeral arrangements to make.” He sighs, and rubs a hand over his face, looking worn down. “Call if you need me to come back, and, Justine, think about this stuff with Carson.” He gets to the door and turns back to me. “He hurts you again, club or not, I’ll kill him myself.” With that, he walks out of the house, and heads home.
Can it be that easy, can I really forgive him? Right now, everything in me is screaming no. but other parts of me want him still. I can’t think about this right now, though. I don’t want to. I’m too worn out from it all.
I grab myself a quick bite to eat and get back to my book, I’m determined to have this finished by the time I go to bed.