Chapter 28 #2
“You think you can just burn lives down around you and walk away? You think they would let you go to talk? Fuck. I knew you were dumb, but I didn’t know you were this dumb.” Harry shakes her head.
Standing there, we all see it, the moment it sinks in for this fucknut. The moment he comprehends that he really isn’t walking away from this. Harry grins.
“Bingo. Now you see it. See now, Maisey had a guy that would hurt someone for her. I have a family that will do anything for her. Yay me.” She chuckles darkly. “Actually, that fire at your old place, remember that?”
His brows hit his hairline and he nods slowly.
“Me. But I kind of fucked it up. Then my husband came to the rescue and made sure it didn’t blow back on me. Now… he is here to make sure you pay the way you should. Abusing a child. Really? I knew you were terrible, but that is just…” she shakes her head as she trails that off with disgust.
“He was the one whoring himself out. If it wasn’t me, it would have been a hundred others. I don’t see how that it’s my problem,” Bobby tries to reason.
“You were in a cruising spot! A cruising spot and you still had to pay for it! You are pathetic.” Harry blasts him.
“Yeah, well… when you do it with the guys who give it away for free, they expect reciprocation. Fuck that. I’m not gay,” he grits.
“No, you’re just a truly terrible human being. One that is so fucking close to death. Why? Why did you treat me that way?” Harry asks, no she is demanding. I am so fucking proud of her.
Bobby looks at her with surprise. “Are you fucking kidding me? Months. We dated months! All you would let me do was touch your fucking boobs! Maisey gave me head the first night and we were fucking within a week. You were supposed to be fucking easy. Hottest bitch in school, but you were fucking weird, so I thought you’d be desperate.
That you’d do anything. Turns out you weren’t and were just a fucking goody-goody.
But… Maisey fucking hated you and wanted you gone.
Yeah, yeah, she was totally using me, but I got in the bitch so fast. I didn’t care if she was, I didn’t want her either, just wanted some of that pussy. ”
Harry shifts on her feet. Her voice coming out far too small for my liking, “But you told me you loved me.”
Bobby laughs.
He fucking laughs at my wife.
I grip hold of the metal table bolted down behind me to keep myself from intervening when Harry hasn’t asked me to. Bobby calms his laughing and looks at her with an evil grin.
“Harry, don’t act so surprised. Guys have been telling girls for eons that they love them to get them to open their fucking legs.
I thought it was gonna work with you too, but no luck.
That was when I knew it was time to move on.
Fuck you were such a fucking prude.” His eyes dart over to me.
“Guess I know what you like now, and there is no fucking way I could be a complete flop like this fuck.”
Harry bursts into laughter. “A flop? He is a successful attorney. He is the Sergeant at Arms for the San Jose Chapter of the Depraved fucking Souls MC. He moves heaven and hell for me. You think you are better than him? Delusional motherfucker.
“You know what else he is doing to do for me? He is going to make your death absolutely fucking horrible. I get to walk out that door there, into the bright sunshine, draw the cool breeze into my lungs. I get to go out there knowing that what is going to happen to you in here is going to be truly what you deserve. My dad. My brother. Our brothers. My husband. They are going to make sure this is what you deserve. You will never hurt anyone again. And that brings me such peace of mind.”
He starts squawking about shit and Harry just turns her back on him.
She looks at her dad first, he gives a dip of his chin.
She looks over at Mint and he does the same.
Her eyes flick between Wally and Virus and they both just grin.
Her head turns and she looks right at me.
Releasing the table, flexing my hand because of the ache of holding back, I cup her cheek.
The world washes away as I look into my wife’s eyes.
I give her a small soft nod. Her shoulders relax and she makes her way out the door.
Once the door closes behind Harry, Hanger launches himself across the room, slamming his fist into Bobby’s cheek.
His head swings to the side and a tooth goes flying from his mouth, hitting against the concrete wall and bouncing along the floor before it comes to rest near my booted foot.
Hanger steps back, his shoulders and chest rising and falling with his rage.
Bobby wails.
The door to the box opens and I look over to see the rest of my brothers filing in. I also see Junkyard and Sasquatch. I hear Ignition’s voice coming from the back of the group, “Make some room boys, this is two council’s worth of issues.”
I smirk as my brothers start shoving together and finding any open space on our side of the room.
Jiffy, Rowdy, and Ignition step in to show their support for Hanger.
Junkyard moves in beside me, his hand coming up to my shoulder, our eyes meet.
He gives a dip of his chin to me. We have been close for a long time, I took over for him after all.
Before the door can close my dad steps in.
Mint grins, leaning down from his position not far from Bobby, his sharp tone cuts through the room, “Full house for you. The consequences of your actions have finally caught you.”
Bobby’s eyes dart around the room, his mouth wide as spit and blood ooze from him. “Please. I won’t touch another kid. I swear. I’ll grovel. Whatever Harry wants.”
I smirk. “Harry wants you to suffer before you die. What Harry wants, Harry gets.”
My dad chuckles from behind me. “Damn right.”
More chuckles ring through the room. Looking over at Hemmy, I hold my hand out, he smirks and digs into his pocket before dropping his knuckles into my outstretched palm.
I roll my neck while Mint takes a couple shots and Hanger watches, keeping an eye on me as well.
Mint huffs out a breath before sharing something that I think he has been needing to get off his chest for a long fucking time.
“I didn’t get to make the man who hurt my wife pay. But I get to help make the man that hurt my kid sister pay.” He launches his fist into the same spot Hanger hit.
Bobby’s head lolls to the side as more blood and spit ooze from him. His jaw looks slightly offset now. Hanger steps closer to me, his hand going to my shoulder. “Are we killing him today?”
I shake my head. “I’m thinking at least a few days.”
Hanger smirks. “Good. Pace ourselves. Make it count.”
I nod.
“Then I’ll give it another go tomorrow. He’s yours now.”
He steps back just as Mint is stretching his hand and settling back against the wall beside Wally. I move forward, squatting down, I look at Bobby’s sagged head. His eyes move over so I know he is still conscious. Those eyes focus on my hand, seeing the knuckles I am sporting.
“This is going to hurt,” I tell him quietly.
Pushing to stand, I grip his hair in my off hand, lifting his head up.
Our eyes meet and I can still see the fight in him which pleases me.
Throwing my fist forward, I hook it up into his gut.
He groans, the wind knocking from him, he begins to wheeze and gasp trying to get on top of the pain.
Just as he begins to catch his breath, I launch another knuckled punch into his gut, hooking it up again.
He struggles. His mouth gaping like a fish as he tries desperately to suck in air.
The hard sharp draw fills my ears, and it sounds like fucking music.
Tears stream down his face. He begs. He begs me to stop. Begs.
I squat back down before him nodding my head. “You want to take a break?”
Tears fill his eyes and fall in fat drops to his lap. He still struggles to take full breaths. “No. No. Please. No more.”
“Ah. Yeah. That would be a no.” I smirk at him. Fear and pain fill his face.
Standing back up, I slam my fist into his gut one more time, skipping the deep hooking motion because I don’t want to burst something and have him die out here overnight.
When the guys filter out, Kev steps forward checking him over.
He lets us know that he will survive but we should go easy the rest of the day if we want him to last for a few.
He suggests keeping it to face punches and maybe some leg and arm damage.
Hanger chuckles. “No worries. Tomorrow I was going to take a pipe to his knees.”
I laugh. That sounds like an awesome plan.
We head in and the atmosphere is very light and fun.
I find my wife sitting with the girls, already at work on her neck.
Before long, my arm is under her needle, and pizza is getting passed around along with beers.
Both Harry and I hold off on the drinking for just a bit while she works on my tattoo.
I can’t help but stare at her neck as she works.
I fucking love that she picked her neck for her Old Lady tattoo.
When we curl up in bed with Ron Ron, neither of us say a word, we just lay there together. I know she is likely working through some feelings, and I want to give her the space to do that. Honestly, I am working through some myself. The things he said to her. The way he acted about everything.
It was callous.
It was painful to hear that someone could treat my Harry like that.
That there was a person out there, breathing still, that could care so little about her.
I comfort myself with the fact that he won’t be breathing much longer.