Tee was jealous. Maybe she always had been.
Tori shrivelled next to her, looking around at all the bikers who had gathered to watch me take them apart for their crimes. Nothing was going to stop me now.
“You need help, little minx?” Reaper asked me. I had no idea when he’d gotten here, but I could see the curious glint in his eye.
“I got it, babe,” I told him, winking before I moved over to my two torturers. Both of them tried to get away, but Beast and Knight held them down by their shoulders. Tee was the most vocal, but that was no surprise. She had the sharpest, and most wicked tongue between the both of them. It made up for her lack of appeal, I suppose.
“Any last words before I deliver judgment for hurting my family, for drugging my daughter and trying to hurt my man?”
Moving the chains over the top of Tori’s head, I heard her whimper before she started to sob about having a tough life, that she never meant to hurt me, that she was sorry and it was all Tee’s doing, to which Tee gasped in shock and turned her ire on her supposed best friend.
“You ungrateful cunt,” she cried out. “I gave you everything!”
Tori continued to sob and cry about what a horrible person Tee was, and it was never her that said the things that had caused me to throw up after meals just so I could “fit” in. Throwing the heavy chain around Tori’s throat, I wrappedanother loop around her neck, making sure it was pulled tight enough that it couldn’t unravel, but wouldn’t cut off her breathing.
No, that was for later. I wanted her to feel everything I was about to do to her.
Moving in front of her, I wrapped it around her bindings to secure the chain to her body. Throwing the end of the chain to the ground, I turned back to Chaos as he handed me the second one with a smirk.
“Good method,” he said with a nod to my handiwork.
“Fuck you bitch, get away from me,” Tee screamed, her fear mounting as I inched closer. I wanted to drag it out. I didn’t want her to just get the fuck beat out of her. I wanted her to feel the pain she caused me over the years, all those wasted years suffering, thinking I wasn’t good enough, that I was a bad person, that no one would love me.
She deserved the worst of it.
“What was it that you always said to me?” I asked her, feigning a sudden case of memory loss. I moved behind her, watching as she bristled, her spine stiffening. “Ah that’s right…fuck around and find out.”
“Yeah–”
“Uh uh,” I said, before I slung the chain round her throat quickly, cutting her off. She cried out and tried to move out of my grasp, but I looped it around again, just the same as I had for Tori. “I guess you fucked around and found out, huh?”
I moved back to her front, looking down into her fierce eyes, that stiff upper lip still on her dumb face. She wasn’t even close to being remorseful, but she would be when her skin was being ripped from her body.
Maybe then, she’d cry for mercy.
But it wouldn’t come.
I was done with bullies.
These two had been trying for months to get between me and Reaper, trying to suck his dick when we were fighting, drugging my stepdaughter just because Tee realised she’d never have Reaper…
They almost took the only thing I never knew I needed.
Their reign of terror ends now. A lesson to the other club whores not to mess with an ol’ lady’s man.
I grabbed the ends of both chains and wrapped them behind them both, tying it at the back of them so they couldn’t wrangle their way out of them, and up to my bike.
My bike. Reaper really did want me to have the world. He’d had it custom made for me a week or so ago, but hadn’t gifted it to me until yesterday. Chaos had had these bitches strung up in the shed since Mako’s patching in party two days ago. I’d waited for two days, wanting them to feel the wrath of my anger. It had also taken time to come up with this plan.
For a MC, you’d think they would have heavy chains everywhere but no, apparently not. Chaos had managed to grab them from the salvage yard for this very purpose.
I tied the ends of the chains to the back of my bike with a smile. I could feel it in my cheeks. I’d never been so happy before.
“Baby,” Reaper put his hand on my stomach, and leaned in, a kiss on my hairline. How could one simple act make me feel so cherished? So wanted? “Let me do this.”
“Not going to happen, Wyatt,” I said, looking up into his eyes. Those eyes that lived rent free in my head, whether he was near or not. “Ol’ ladies take out the club whore trash. This is my business.”
His half smirk was devastating. “Thatta girl. Give ‘em hell, and come home to me.”
