“If she’s in pain, she can have painkillers in three hours... everything’s on the counter. I don’t know how long I’ll be, but if you run into any issues, text me.”
Kim nodded. “Got it. Do what you gotta do, I’ve got Dani.”
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, babe.”
I made it to the club in record time, my thoughts occupied with Dani and the bastard I was about to teach a lesson to. Maybe it was good that Crow and Hatch were there... I was pissed enough to kill him, and I was pretty sure Dani’s cop family would back me up.
I walked through the common room, into the kitchen, and down the stairs to the cellar where Mack was waiting.
I closed the door at the bottom of the stairs and made my way to where Steven was zip-tied to a chair... exactly the way Dani had been in the warehouse.
“Remember me?” I asked with a sneer.
Steven’s eyes grew wide with fear as he stared up at me.
“I found Dani’s money... I also found all of yours.” I rolled up my sleeves. “All of this information, including the money you stole are with the FBI. I took the liberty of retrieving Dani’s first, with interest from your own stash. Dani’s gonna have a perfect little house wherever the hell she wants because she can afford it now.”
Steven mumbled behind the duct tape.
“Sorry? Did you say something?” I asked, and slammed my fist into Steven’s face. “Oops, sorry. That was a slip... I actually meant to do this.” I slammed my fist into his stomach. Steven squealed on a grunt and then tried to draw air in through his nose. “One thing you’re gonna find out is what it’s like to live under the watchful eye of the NSA.”
Steven let out a muffled “Fuck you.”
I laughed. “Nah...that’s all you, bro. See, I kinda hacked into the homeland security terrorist database and according to your record... did you know you now have a record?”
Steven grunted.
“Yeah, you have a record, and according to your record, you’ve been stockpiling money to fund a bombing... murder of the president... something like that. So, the government has seized all your assets and you are on the no-fly list, domestic terrorism list, along with several other interesting lists that I didn’t even know existed. Bottom line is you can’t really walk out your front door without someone knowin’ about it. Oh, and by the way... your house has been repo’d... good luck finding a shithole to put a sleeping bag in. You’re welcome for that. It’s the least I could do. I think it’s fitting that you get what you deserve.” Steven mumbled again, so I pulled off the tape. “What was that?”
“Why are you doing this?” he asked. “I would have given back the money.”
“My woman got taken, asshole. They beat her and threatened to kill her, and even if you weren’t directly responsible for that, I found the email from Bobby telling you about the policy and the suggestion to use it in an alternative to your plan. But that wasn’t good enough for you. You chose to use her physically and emotionally instead. Which means, you’re dealing with me now.”
“You won’t get away with this!”
“But I already have,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Fuck you!” Steven spat.
I laughed and shoved the tape over his mouth again.
For the next hour, I took my time making Steven hurt. I delivered every injury Dani received, and then some, before releasing him in the middle of a park, naked and without ID.
I, on the other hand, headed home, found my woman awake and laughing with her best friend, and I knew she was okay. She loved and was loved and that’s all that mattered.
