Chapter Twenty-Five
Knuckles
W ALKING INTO THE clubhouse on my own and without a limp or any other lasting effects from the accident and kidnapping two months ago, I can’t help but crack my knuckles as I have one goal in mind.
Today is the day the fuckers in the basement finally feel my wrath and know what true pain feels like.
That’s not all going down today, but it’s what I’m focusing on right now.
So, I walk through everyone in the common room as every single guy stands up from his seat and follows me toward the basement door so they can witness what I’m about to do.
Each and every single one of them have had their hands on these twatwaffles over the last two months they were being held by us.
Now, it’s my turn and I don’t plan on holding back.
There’s also not going to be any talking.
We don’t need any information from them.
We know what their plan was and why they were doing what they did.
It was all because of other people who were supposed to give them money. Fucking greedy bastards!
I’ve finally been cleared for everything and have returned to work but I haven’t trained for a fight or anything extra at this point.
Right now, my focus is getting through each day working with clients one-on-one and leading the classes I have to.
It’s still a little hard for me and I’m exhausted each day when I should be working a full day and then training before going home.
Every single day I can barely get through the door of the house without wanting to pass out with Janessa in my arms. Instead, I force myself to play with Kaden, have dinner with Janessa, and then spend the rest of the night with my family until I can go to bed to start the routine all over the next day.
It gets easier every day, but I’m still not where I should be.
Janessa knows exactly what’s going on today and was more than happy for me to come here and take out the trash.
She doesn’t give a fuck about them living or dying after what they did to me and were planning on doing to her.
My Little Fighter made Brick show her the video of what happened after she passed out and the vile words they spewed about her.
To say she was disgusted and pissed the fuck off would be an understatement.
Janessa was ready to go to the basement herself and rip their cocks off.
We would have let her, but she’s pregnant and I won’t allow her to go anywhere near them.
I want my woman and baby safe instead of dealing with pathetic scumbags like them.
So, she’s willing to let me handle this situation my way while she stays far away from them.
She didn’t even put up a fight. Yes, I was expecting one and was quite surprised when she simply said okay and gave me a kiss.
As I make my way downstairs to the basement, I’m completely focused on getting my hands dirty.
Tease is right behind me as I make my way toward the cells the fuckwads are being held in.
He stops next to me when I remove my cut and hang it on one of the hooks outside the cell door.
I also remove my shirt and hat. The last thing I want is to get blood on them and have to throw more clothing out because I didn’t take two seconds to hang it up before going to work.
Tease hangs his shit up next to mine before Seth opens the door for us and we step through the cell door.
The first thing that hits me is the horrendous smell.
I can’t stop gagging as I pull out a bandana from my back pocket and tie it around my face.
My brothers certainly have been ensuring their visit in our house hasn’t been fun or pain free.
The three men here are covered in bruises as their heads hang limply toward their chest.
“Doesn’t look like there’s much left here for me,” I state, stepping up closer to the man called Rancid.
“There’s plenty left, cousin. We only got a few hits in here and there.
You can still cause the pain you need to for Janessa and yourself.
Though, the part of your plans for the day will be here in a little bit.
You should rest between everythin’ you want to get done today,” Tease says, his voice a whisper because not everyone knows how much I still can’t do and how exhausted every action I take makes me.
Without another word, I yank Rancid’s head back by his hair until he’s looking me in the eyes.
They’re swollen almost completely closed and I know his vision is blurry as I take in the details of his face.
He doesn’t have the smirk or smile on his face like he did when I was being held by him.
Now, he’s got pure fear in his eyes and I’m the one standing over him with a smirk on my face.
“Good of you to wait for me to recover, Rancid. I see the guys have been takin’ really good care of you while you’ve been in our house.
Almost as good as how I was treated when I was with you.
There’s only one thing missin’. You weren’t shot.
Well, I’ll take care of that before sendin’ you to hell,” I tell him, my voice low and cold as I lash out and start hitting his torso.
I’m not about to waste my time down here for longer than I absolutely have to. Today is family day at the clubhouse and the women are preparing everything up in the kitchen as we speak. Janessa is there with Marie and I can’t wait to have her back in my arms where she belongs.
“I’m gonna deal with Rancid. Tease and one other guy can take care of the other two.
I don’t wanna drag this shit out any longer than we have to.
Make them fuckin’ hurt and suffer like I did.
Like they wanted my girl to. Fuckin’ nasty monsters,” I say, pausing hitting Rancid to turn and grab a dull, rusted knife.
“You can’t do this shit to me. Do you know who the fuck I am?” Rancid says, his voice breaking and weak as he looks up at me.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. To me, you’re a vile human bein’ and no one will ever fuckin’ miss you because you do nothin’ but cause pain and heartache everywhere you go.
You tried to take me from my girl and family before tryin’ to get your hands on the love of my life.
Now, you’re the one sittin’ in this chair and that’s all I need to know,” I state, getting in his face and letting him see the rage in my eyes with the thought of what he was planning on doing to Janessa.
With the knife in hand, I nod to Omen and Homicide.
They grab Rancid’s face and hold him still while I pick up a pair of pliers.
Forcing his mouth open, I pull out his tongue and hold it tight in the pliers before cutting it out.
Rancid tries to fight me off and get out of my grasp, but I don’t let him.
It takes a lot longer to remove his tongue than what he was thinking because the knife is so dull.
There won’t be a chance for him to worry about getting an infection because Rancid won’t be alive much longer. No one in these chairs will be.
I cut the fuck out of Rancid’s chest, face, neck, arms, and back.
When I’m bored doing that, I move on to pouring lemon juice and alcohol in the cuts.
Rancid tries to scream out in pain as he thrashes against the chains holding him.
Hardly any sound comes out of him as I step back and watch him for a minute.
I’d laugh if I weren’t in his same position two months ago.
Though, I really don’t give a fuck about what he’s going through right now because all I can think about is what he was going to do to my girl.
Knowing I’m not done with my plans today, I spend the next twenty minutes taking out my revenge on Rancid while Tease and Homicide work on the other two sick fucks.
When I’m ready to end this shit, I stand back, accept the gun Rooster hands me, and shoot all three of them between the eyes.
In a matter of seconds their lives cease to exist and my Little Fighter can rest easy knowing another part of her problem has been taken care of.
Roger was finally sentenced. His lawyer ran out of excuses to stall him being shipped off to prison.
Plus, he pled guilty to all the new charges he was going to be facing.
Roger won’t be seeing the light of day for the rest of his life as a free man.
He’ll die in prison and there’s no way he’ll ever be able to buy his way out.
I might have taken it upon myself to ensure his time spent behind bars is worse than he believes it will be.
We know men and women in prison and they have no problems helping us deal with assholes like Roger.
Barb and David are also going to be spending the rest of their lives behind bars.
They’ve tried to get out of the charges, but the judge wasn’t one they could pay off.
He’s actually a friend of the club. We’ve helped him when he needed it in the past and he ensures justice is carried out rightfully.
So, Roger’s parents are now on their way to prison and Barb will get what’s coming to her almost as bad as Roger.
David won’t be treated quite as bad. He was more of a silent witness instead of actually doing a ton of shit to Janessa over the years.
Janessa even said there were a few times he tried to help her.
Later today, the last part of Janessa’s problem will be taken care of and no one will ever hurt her again. Her brothers know what I’m about to do and they’re fully on board with my plan. All of my plans. They’ll be here in support but will be alone because of what’s happening in a few hours.