“Get her inside,” Reaper ordered.
“No,” I shoved him back. “You take her inside. Look after her. I got this bitch.”
“Ro–”
I couldn’t hear him, I simply grabbed the closest thing I could find, which happened to be a baseball bat that Animal had been holding, and flung it at the retreating form of the blue-haired limp-faced motherfucker who had drugged my step-daughter.
Fuck this bitch.
You don’t fuck with my family. Sure, you can fuck with me, and I’ll wither into a ball of nothing, but when you fuck with me, and my family, you’re as good as fucking dead.
“Not here,” I heard Chaos in my ear. “We’ll take her back to the clubhouse. This one is too open. Trust us to take her back and tie her up.”
I looked at Chaos, my anger still mounting. “Tie her up and leave her hanging until I’m ready to deal with her in the morning. I’m done playing nice with this cunt. Find her little sidekick too. She’s just as guilty.”
Chaos nodded. “Promise, little fireball.”
I watched as Chaos trudged toward the lump of a person that she was, having been hit by the flying bat, and unable to move on her own. My anger was palpable. I wanted to crush her head with my bare hands, and parade her headless body around town to show everyone what happens when you fuck with my family.
My family.
Fuck. I had a family. One who loved me, and I loved them more than anything. It didn’t matter that we weren’t blood related.
We had each other, and I would die for my found family.
That much I knew without a shadow of a doubt. I’d gladly do twenty-five to life for my girl, Bri.
Stomping back inside, and trusting Chaos had it handled and would allow me to get my penance, I raced inside to find Brianna.
She was cuddled into Reaper’s chest, as he laid with his head against the headboard in the centre of the bed. He motioned for me to join them. I shucked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling over to rest under his free arm.
This giant of a man, with his grouchy no-nonsense expressions, was the biggest teddy bear of all. But fuck with his women, and there would be hell to pay.
Was there such a thing as made for each other? Because we sure as shit were.
I closed my eyes, as I laid my head on his chest, thinking of all the ways I would destroy Tee and Tori.
And the world would be better off for it.
Rowan
Chaos handed the chains to me. They were heavy. Heavier than I thought they would be, as my hand moved down from the weight of them. I looked over at the two bitches who had been making my life hell, for longer than necessary.
Two bitches whose life was now forfeit.
Reaper had given me something. Something far greater than anyone else. He’d woken me up, the darkness that simmered away inside of me was wanted, and appreciated. Loved even. He made me who I am, accepted me for all my faults, loved me for all of them, too. He thought of me as his, because I was accepting of him, and his darkness. And he loved me for mine.
“You stupid bit–” Tee spat, trying to get on her knees, with her hands bound in front of her.
“Uh-uh,” Shadow interrupted her. “I wouldn’t talk to our prez’s ol’ lady like that if I were you.”
I loved him. He was quiet, dealt in the darkness, and kept to the shadows, which is how he got his name, but for him to stand up for me. It meant more than any of the others.
“He’ll be done with you in a few months. There’s nothing special about you, stupid whore.”
Her words used to hurt me. I used to cry for days on end when she would torture me in high school, and then I’d starve myself so I could drop those last few kilos. But I see it now. My curves were an asset, they are what landed me my man. He loved them.
Just like any real man did. They didn’t see it as something ugly, something that couldn’t be loved. It was just more to love.
