The Nate Smith Show.
I open my mouth to speak, but Abbey beats me to it, saying exactly what I was going to.
“Don’t you mean the Southern Sadist Show?” she asks, and Nate’s jaw ticks as he shoots her a glare, and then turns back to Tups and nods.
Tups only hesitates for a moment before resuming his task, jamming the pole in and out as Daniel starts screaming in agony again.
“STOP!” Abbey screams, making a run for Tups, but the moment Spud redirects his gun from my head towards Abbey, she skids to a stop.
But fuck that! No one points a fucking gun at my wife!
I don’t second guess myself. I just act, lunging at him.
We go crashing to the floor, and I roar as I pummel his face, his gun clattering across the tiles, but the fucker plays dirty, kneeing me in the nuts.
Blinding pain surges through me as my nuts draw up into my body, and I wheeze out a breath, falling to the side and Spud wrestles me off him.
The loud crack of a gun echoes through the space, the sound ricocheting off the walls, and everyone falls still.
I blink, choking through the pain as I look up to see the gun, Spud’s gun, in Abbey’s hands, pointed directly at Smitty.
“Tell him to stop!” she screams, and Nate fucking grins.
“There she is. Our little Sadist monster.”
“Tell. Him. To. Stop,” she says again, curling her lip in disgust.
“Fine,” Smitty sighs, rolling his eyes. “Stop showing the rapist a good time, Tups.”
I sit up, coughing and wheezing as Tups pulls out the pole and drops the shit and blood coated thing to the floor with a loud clatter.
“All of you get away from him!” Abbey’s voice cracks as she sees the end of the pole, and never in my life have I been more ashamed to call myself a Southern Sadist.
“This isn’t right!” I growl as I stagger up, still bent over as one nut starts to descend. “This is not what our club does.”
JD moves over to me, helping me straighten, and Abbey redirects the gun towards the men still holding Daniel down.
“I said, get away from him!”
They both look to Smitty, who nods, before they release Daniel, and shift away, moving to stand by their President.
Abbey shudders out a sob, her eyes darting around frantically like she doesn’t know who to trust. And fuck. I hate that. She should feel safe with us now, but I know, after this, she never will again.
“How dare you,” she cries. “How dare you be so vile?” She curls her lip at Smitty. “Has that ever been done to you? Have you ever been violated like that? Had to take someone or something inside your body that you don’t want there?” She shakes her head. “I should just shoot you.”
Tension ripples through the air as all the club brothers crammed into the space shift uncomfortably, and I wish I knew what they would do if she did pull the trigger.
Would they accept his fate, or would they punish my wife?
“Angel.” I pant as my pain subsides. “Let’s just go.”
I glance at JD, and he gives me a nod before eyeing the guys I consider my closest club brothers, to see them all nod too.
With trembling hands, Abbey keeps the gun pointed at Nate, and I know she’s fighting with that monster she refers to herself as. She wants to pull the trigger, but she also doesn’t.
“Get Daniel,” I mutter to Vender and Mex, and they move across to where Daniel is sobbing, curled in a ball.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” I call, for everyone to hear, turning in the middle of the room as I speak. “The Southern Sadists are about honour. About helping people while living by our own rules.” I eye every club brother I can, knowing there are still a lot of men outside. “This.” I point to Daniel as Vender and Mex get his pants up, giving him a fraction of his dignity back. “This is the very thing we fight against! It fucking says so in our bylaws!”
