Chapter Seventy-Three
I hold on to her hand as the doc checks her over. We've been back at the clubhouse for an hour. Mason knows she’s here, but she's asked for him to not see her until she's been cleaned up.
"Ice, I can do my job so much better if you just let go of her for two seconds, please," Doc states.
"No," is the only thing I say to him. If he thinks that I'm letting go of her, then he's fucking crazy.
"Babe, please." Nova turns to me. "Why don't you go check to make sure that the guys have secured my aunt and uncle." It wasn't a question; she wants me to leave. I look at her and shake my head.
"I don't want to leave you, baby," I tell her honestly.
She leans forward and gives me a kiss, which I reciprocate gently, I don't want to hurt her any more than she already is.
"I'm okay, I promise. But Doc does need to check me over and you're kind of making it a little harder for him.
Besides, I'd feel much better knowing that you were down there watching them. "
I cup her face. "Baby, you know what we’re going to do with them, don't you?" I ask her.
She nods at me, her eyes glassing over a little before she shakes it off.
"Yeah. And I should probably tell you to hand them over to the cops, but I know they can't be trusted. At least this way I know they’ll never be able to hurt Mason ever again.
I know he'll be safe, and I won't have to worry about them. "
"It also means you’re safe too," I tell her. She just nods and smiles, then indicates toward the door for me to leave. She's leaving no room for argument, so I don't bother. I place a kiss on her forehead and leave Doc to take care of her. I know she's safe with him.
As I walk into our ‘kill room’, I see Wrath give her uncle a dig in the kidneys. He coughs as he swings in the ropes we have him strapped up in. I smile as I step forward.
"You want to take over, brother?" Wrath asks me.
I shake my head. "Nah, you keep going. I'm going to go check on our other guest,” I tell him. As I walk through the partition door, I roll my eyes when I hear her aunt begging for mercy. She's a fucking fool if she thinks she'll get any here.
"You can't do this to me, my husband is a police officer. I'm a woman," she yells.
"Your husband is scum, he's a fucking dirty cop, as dirty as they come.
And I don't fucking care if you're a woman.
Did you or your husband give a shit when you were beating kids?
" Tongue responds, not as casually as he normally would.
He likes Nova and Mason, he seems to have some sort of bond with them, one that the rest of us will never understand.
She looks over at me, her eyes pleading. I walk over to the table and take a seat on the chair next to it. Crossing my ankle over my knee, I hold out my hand toward Tongue, indicating for him to carry on. He smiles and then takes another swing at her stomach.
Forty minutes in and I'm bored. I'm tired of her fucking wailing and begging.
I've let Tongue take his time with her, but I've barely even noticed what he's done.
All I care about is that she gets what she deserves, and by the looks of her, she has.
She's covered in cuts, and her body is losing a significant amount of blood.
I stand from the chair, grabbing a knife off the table and making my way over to her.
She watches me as I stop in front of her.
"You spent years torturing Nova and Mason.
You spent years treating them like shit after you and your husband had their parents killed.
You'll never be able to hurt anyone ever again.” I take a step toward her and slide the knife directly into her heart.
It only takes a few seconds for her to lose consciousness, and a few seconds after that she takes her last breath.
I turn, handing the knife to Tongue and walking back into the other room, where Roger still hangs, his body bruised from the beating Wrath has given him.
"You're going to pay for this. I'm going to ruin you," Roger spits at us.
Wrath rolls his eyes and walks over to the table. He's contemplating what weapon to choose. While he does that, I step up to her uncle. "Who’s going to make us pay then?" I ask.
He actually fucking laughs at me. "You'll find out, don't worry," he spits at me.
"I'm not worried, I'm just curious about who you think could take us on and win," I tell him.
He coughs and then spits blood at me. "There will be nothing left of your club by the time we're finished with you," he snaps at me.
"He's been spouting the same shit since we got him down here. Think's it will fucking scare us, but I'm just a bit bored if I'm honest," Wrath tells me.
"You should be scared," he screams at us. "You bunch of fucking arseholes are going to be sorry when Tommy Larson finds out you've taken me. He's going to destroy this club."
Wrath and I look at one another and laugh. "We ain’t scared of that loser. One word from us and he'll be off the streets by tonight," Wrath tells him.
The colour drains from his face when he realises how serious we are. I smile, knowing he's finally feeling afraid.
Wrath clears his throat. "So, brother, you want to take over now?” he asks.
"Nah, how about we do this together? I'd like you to help me give me girl some peace now," I tell him. He was kind enough to let me help him, and I want him to help me.
"Fast or slow?" Wrath asks me, as he looks back down at the table.
I look at the piece of shit in front of me and consider all of the shit he put Nova through, the fear that my girl felt. I stand, walking over to Wrath, and he furrows his brows at me.
I lick my lips and then try and swallow, my mouth is so dry. "She's suffered enough. I want her to have peace. But I want this fucker to suffer, brother. I want it to be quick, but it has to hurt."
He places both hands on my shoulders. "Your girl will sleep easy tonight, brother."