Trigger scowls at Thunder, hating being reminded of his fuck ups, which, yeah, were a fucking lot, and I say, “Well, isn’t this a party?” to hopefully help Trigger from going down the deep end again.
He still has suicidal thoughts, especially when he’s reminded of what he did to Ash and how much he hurt her, and she doesn’t need the stress.
“L-Logan, please,” Sara sobs, “I-I’m you-your mother, she-she just-just wants your cut…”
“What cut?” I ask coldly, causing every brother to glare my way, but I ignore them and keep my eyes locked on Sara, a woman I stopped seeing as my mother years ago.
Her bottom lip wobbles, and I look at Bruce next, who flinches at my coldness, and slowly I walk over to him before bending and yanking the gag out of his mouth, and he cries out in pain.
“Tell me something, Brucey, when exactly did my mother convince you to become her spy where my girl is concerned?” I ask with a sneer and sweat beads at his forehead as I slowly bring the knife Kate stabbed into my girl out of my jeans pocket and he eyes it.
“When-when Jassy was twenty and still in college. She-she was refusing to come home most weekends when her mother demanded her to. Sara gave me head after I agreed to let her know Jassy’s whereabouts every day. She-she had that tracker on the car so it was easy, until it never moved but I’ve been fucking Sara ever since…” He stutters, and I curl my lip at him as the brothers gag behind me because yeah, that shit is just fucking nasty.
“So basically you’ve been watching my girl right after we got together, huh? Though not just to keep tabs on her for mother dearest here, but because you wanted her right?” I confirm, and he shakes, his face paling as he keeps his eyes on my hand.
Fucking pansy.
I move away from him and move over to Kate next, whose eyes eat me up like she isn’t about to lose her fucking life.
Pathetic bitch.
Instead of tearing the gag off like she’s expecting, I lunge forward and stab the knife into the side of her neck making her eyes widen and Mama screams as Bruce mumbles, “No, no, no…”
“Fucking hell, the monster is out,” My dad mutters but I don’t look away from the woman who stabbed my girl as I whisper, “Just so you know, your mother was a better fuck than you and she’ll be joining you real soon…”
The woman got arrested right after she tried that whole cliché shit at my front door.
Apparently, she stole over five mil from her ex-husband, and he pressed charges, meaning she’s sitting in a women’sdetention facility just outside of Louisiana where the Rebels have several inmates on our side and will gladly take her out for us.
I won’t leave anyone around that can hurt my girls.
Tears drop as she chokes behind the gag, and I twist the knife before yanking it sideways, slicing across her throat, making her choke against the gag in her mouth, and within seconds, her head drops, blood squirting everywhere, and I slowly look towards the egg donor and Bruce, both looking at Kate with wide eyes.
“Dad,” I say lowly as I eye Sara, and she instantly begins screaming, “No, please, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“You should have just stayed gone, Sara,” Dad states coldly as he holds his gun to her head and she sobs as she tries to get out of the ties before her head drops forward, a gunshot sound echoing in the room and Dad frowns as he looks at the end of his gun in confusion then around the room along with everyone else only to see Thunder standing behind him, his gun out and Dad’s mouth parts in shock as Thunder says, “Rot in hell, bitch,” before looking at my shocked dad and says, “You were still with her for over thirty years, I wasn’t going to let you have the guilt of her death put on you,” and my lips twitch.
Fucking Thunder.
Bruce sobs, gains our attention, and I slowly stalk towards him, Kate’s blood staining my hands, and he cries, “I’m s-sorry, please, she-she was supposed to be mine…”
“No,” I deny, “she was always mine, and you, fucker, tried to attack my five-year-old fucking daughter!”
“I’m sorry!” he shouts just as my fist hits his face and his head flings back.
All the anger I’ve held inside since Jasmine left without a word, all the pain I’ve felt, the fear, the resentment, it all comes out and instead of grabbing my piece, or any of theweapons lining the walls, I hit him repeatedly in the face, blood splattering everywhere as his body jolts.
I bring my right fist around and hit him hard in the temple and his body limps, but even then, I don’t stop, I get my anger and pain out on him. The vision of a small Jas crying for help when he tried to attack her, of all the times she was scared to go home, I hit him until I’m breathing heavy and not one brother stops me, knowing I need this.
I’m mad at Jasmine, even though I now understand her reasons, that I’ve seen them head on, I’m still mad at her. I still don’t trust her anymore but at least this way instead of continuously snapping at her, taking my resentment out on her, I can take them out on this fucker, even if he is already dead especially when after confirming with Vincent, I know she did fucking indeed see Chanel. Her being closed off before coming here knocking me for fucking six and for once since getting her back, I don’t relish in her pain, instead her pain becomes mine and I hit the fucker harder.
***
An hour later, I breathe heavily as I stand before a bloodied and unrecognizable Bruce, my knuckles sore, but I pay no heed to them.
“You need to ride, brother,” Trigger says, “I’ll come with you.”
I nod, not disputing his words, knowing I need to ride this tension off. I want to heal people, and killing someone has always stayed on my conscience, and tonight I’ve killed two. Even though I’m not god, I don’t get to say who lives and dies, I’ll sleep well knowing these three before me won’t be able to ever hurt my family again and I’ll tell that conscience to fuck off.
