Chapter 13
Irish
After I showed Sutton how happy I truly was that she was home, I carried my woman’s things into the house. I smiled then. The first genuine smile to hit my face in weeks.
And for the rest of the week, Maisie wound up in our bed at night.
Sutton didn’t mind.
And I sure as hell didn’t mind.
Especially not when Sutton rolled into my side, cuddled close, and then let out one of her little sighs, I couldn’t help the smile that split my face in two.
Finally.
Fucking finally.
With my little girl cuddled to my side and my woman at my other side, I finally felt whole.
And I hadn’t felt that since I was four years old and watched my parents pull away from where I stood at the Fire Department.
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We were at the clubhouse planning out the Christmas festivities when all of a sudden, Charlie ran into the main room with his tablet in his hand and made a beeline straight for me, “I found him, I fucking finally found him. That limp dick motherfucker.”
It took me a moment to figure out who he was talking about, and then it hit me.
Fucking finally.
I already took care of that motherfucker, Gerard, he pissed himself. Thankfully, none of it had gotten on my person.
We’ve been searching for that slimy bastard for well over a year now, and somehow, he’s always been one step ahead of us.
Well, not anymore motherfucker.
Two hours later, I, along with Asher, Coal, Pipe, Priest, Stoney, Whit, Charlie, Rome, Creature, Pagan, and Trigger, rode out.
He was one dumb motherfucker for returning to his home, but I was glad for it.
We didn’t slow until we pulled in front of his house.
Asher locked eyes with everyone, and since we had all done this dance more times than either of us could count, it was child’s play.
But before we moved in, every single one of us pulled on a pair of black leather gloves that would be burned.
We were like wraiths there to claim souls and gift them to the Reaper as we moved through the house on silent feet.
The moment we reached his study, I opened the door and smiled at him from where he sat behind a desk.
Sweat was visibly beading on his forehead.
“The authorities have been called. I don’t know who you all are, but you’ve come to the wrong house.” He said.
“Oh yeah?” I asked with a grin.
“Yes, whatever you came to do, I can assure you, you won’t get away with it.” He said, his hand clenched into a fist atop his desk.
I tilted my head to the side, “What would they think about you ordering your very own stepdaughter to be raped and then sat there and watched it happen?” I asked.
The fucker had the audacity to snap and say, “I don’t know what you're talking about, the little bitch obviously lied.”
The sound of a hammer clicking before a spot of crimson could be seen on the man’s white dress shirt, Rome said, “No one calls that woman a bitch.
“I’m only going to share two things with you about her. One, she stopped having nightmares a week after she came to the clubhouse because she realized that Gerard was nothing but a pussy, and I would be damned to allow him to breathe for a minute longer.”
Raymond Frederick Stanton, the fucking IV, gasped and paled, “That was you?”
I grinned, “I may not be the enforcer or the Icer for my club, but nobody hurts a woman like that and lives to talk about it.”
The man didn’t respond. Good.
Because I had one more thing to say before I killed him.
I moved forward, and as I did, more guns were produced and aimed at the bastard.
With my arm, I swept everything that was on his desk onto the floor.
And then I shared, “She’s good. She’s smiling. She’s happy. She’s my ol’ lady and soon to be my wife. And she’s a mother. A damn good mother. Just like her mother was.”
And with that, I said, “You’re the last person alive who’s seen my woman’s wonderful body. And you're about to be taking your final breaths.”
That was when the bastard started to grasp for straws.
We wouldn’t be having that.
“I’ll give you anything you want. Name your price,” he pleaded.
I smiled, “Your price is death.”
Then I stepped around him and hauled his body atop the desk.
Then I looked at Rome and Coal, “Hold him down for me?”
They moved in, Rome took his arms, and Coal took his legs.
Then I looked at Creature, “You got it?”
He nodded, then pulled something from his back pocket while I ripped the piece of shit’s shirt open.
Creature moved to the fireplace that was already lit and ready to be used, good man.
Once Creature had the item good and hot, he handed it to me.
I grinned, then took the branding iron and smiled down at the piece of shit.
Then, I didn’t hesitate to press it into the man’s bare chest.
His cries of pain were like the sweetest notes I’d ever heard, but nothing compared to the sounds of my woman and my little girl.
Once the scent of burning flesh filled the room, I removed the branding iron.
And there, on his chest, read two words, “Cunt Waffle.”
I handed the branding iron back to Creature, and then I pulled my knife from the waistband of my jeans, and then I moved.
With the knife, I carved his eyes from their sockets and then tossed them to the ground, and for good measure, while he was screaming and writhing in pain, I stomped on them.
With that done, I sneered at the bastard, “You know, I think you’re a pussy. Because I watched a man lose his hand, and not once did he utter a sound but did grit his teeth. Now that I think about it, I want to find out.”
Then I used that same knife and cut at the material he was wearing until I revealed his boxers.
Then I cut that material away until his small pencil dick could be seen.
I laughed at the sight of it, as did my brothers.
And then, once I sobered up, I said, “I wish Sutton’s mother never would have met you. One, she wouldn’t be left unsatisfied after you put that small fucking eraser in her. But then again... I may never have met Sutton. That would have been a travesty because she’s the air I need to breathe.”
Then I smiled, and with my gloved hand, I moved his eraser... umm, his dick out of the way, and then I cut his balls from his body.
Then I looked at Creature, “Think you can go find me a towel?”
He nodded, then left the room and returned moments later with a white one. Fucking funny.
“Umm, Irish, what the fuck are you doing?” Pipe asked.
I looked at him, then looked at the rest of my brothers who had come with me, and said, “It’s my birthday present to Sutton.”
Then, I grabbed a white towel, dropped the fucker’s balls in it, and wrapped it up.
Then and only then, through the man’s bellowed rages of pain, I wiped my knife off, then pulled my gun out and said, “This was all for Sutton. There’s no limit to the depths of depravity I won’t go to for her.”
Then I fired my gun, as did the rest of my brothers.
In a split second later, the man stopped breathing.
Then I ransacked through his office and fired at the safe.
Once I got it open, I looked through it.
And when my eyes landed on the ruby-red tennis bracelet. I grinned.
With the package for Sutton in my hand, I walked into the clubhouse, scanned the room for my gorgeous woman, and made a beeline for her.
Thankfully, Maisie wasn’t in there.
“Happy early birthday, Sutton,” and with that, I laid the towel-wrapped gift in front of her.
She scrunched her nose, “What is it?”
“Hang on, I’m not done,” I told her as I pulled the bracelet that was her mother’s out of my pocket.
I tagged her wrist and then slid it on.
She had tears running down her cheeks, but I grinned, and then I tilted my head to the towel.
“Now. Open it and find out,” I told her.
Whit walked over and said, “If you’ve just eaten anything, I wouldn’t do it.”
She gagged, “Oh, Jesus. Irish, what is it?”
I smirked, “Finally found the fucker. Your stepfather.” Then I tilted my head to the towel-wrapped gift, “I brought you his balls.”
She sat there. Stunned.
Then she threw her head back and roared with laughter.
I just stood there and watched.
I knew I would get her back.
There was no other outcome I would ever accept.
But then she sobered, looked up at me, and whispered, “Yes.”
It took my brain a minute.
But then... I hollered, “Maisie!”
She came running and gasped, “Daddy?”
“Let’s go get married,” I said, then I bent and wrapped an arm around Sutton, tossed her over my shoulder, and strode for the door.
All the while, Maisie clapped and giggled and walked to my side.
My woman was laughing her ass off.
Three hours later, I kissed my wife for the first time.
And fifteen minutes later, in a courthouse bathroom, I made love to my wife for the first time.
It was one week before Christmas when there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it,” I called out to my girls as I made my way to the front door.
When I opened it, I stared at some woman standing there.
Jeans, a white sweater, and dark brown hair.
I lifted my brow, “Can I help you?”
“I’m ready for us to be a family. I want my kid back, and I want you.” She stated.
Sutton heard what the woman said. I knew that, because in the next instant, she was around my body.
Her arm pulled back, and she slammed it into Kendra’s nose.
Blood splattered everywhere.
She snapped, “That was for sleeping with Irish.”
And then she backhanded Kendra so hard that I was glad as fuck I never pissed her off. Because I winced.
“That was for abandoning that little girl outside of the gates where she was unprotected, you fucking bitch.”
Thankfully, my brothers pulled up at just the right time.
Kendra screeched again, “She’s my daughter.”
But it was Creature who said, “No. She’s Sutton’s.”
Just then, the brothers grabbed her by the arms and hauled her off our front porch.
Gabby and Adeline came in then and smiled, Adeline nodded, “We got her, we’re going to make cookies. Go do your thing and slap that woman for me?” she asked as she looked at Sutton.
Sutton winked, then headed out to my bike, determination in every step, but my eyes were glued to her ass.
Fuck, I was one lucky son of a bitch.
Needless to say, I had to fuck my woman in the kitchen in the clubhouse, I couldn’t wait to get her up to our room.
Not after my woman beat the holy hell out of the woman before every brother in the MC put bullets in her body.
Things were great, so great, I was still kicking my ass for never really seeing what I had.
But I would never be that fool again.
Sadly, the day before Christmas Eve, Sutton’s phone rang.