Luke and Josh share a knowing look. Then Josh nods. “Yes, you can, sweetheart.” Relief crashes through me at being able to.
“Josh…can you keep him alive until later so that I can think about what you said?" I swallow as they both look at me.
Their expressions darken.
“Of course. I’ll let Luca know.”
“Vee, baby, there’s something you need to know, too.”
“What?” I know what’s coming. They don’t want to end things.
“We’re both coming home with you, Vee.”
For the first time since this nightmare started, something inside me loosens. They are choosing me. I’m not having to beg. Or justify. They’re just accepting.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I tell them.
“Then let’s get out of here. Doc, message Luca. I think I know what you told her and what she's thinking about.”
“She’s right here.” I wink at him. “Now let’s go. I’m ready for my bed.”
Chapter 35
Hank
Itakeonelastlookover my shoulder. My eyes locked on the door that Vee disappeared through. I should be there with her making sure she’s okay. But instead, I’m not..
All I can think about is her. How she looked so small and fragile in Doc’s arms, like a porcelain doll. I can still see her head resting against his shoulder, her dark red hair hanging like a curtain concealing her face. I should be the one making sure she’s breathing, not Doc or Luke. Me. I should be the one making sure nobody touches her again, making sure she knows that she’s safe.
But Earl gave the order. And in this club, the president’s word isn’t a suggestion; it’s law. If I disobey him, I don’t even want to think what the consequences would be. “Hank! Get the fuck over here!” Luca’s voice thunders through the air, and my eyes drift from the clubhouse door to where he stands.
“Comin’,” I bark back, a scowl on my face. Anger boils inside me, and if one person so much as says the wrong thing, I swear I’m going to erupt like a volcano.
I let out a heavy sigh. If I can’t be with Vee, then I can make sure the bastards who hurt her pay.
I stalk toward the car just as the trunk pops open. Two of the Satan’s Rejects prospects are already there, one of them grabbing one fucker inside by the ankles and the other Reject takes hold of his arms, hoisting him out of the trunk and dropping him onto the ground.
I glare down at him. He has a hood over his head, and his hands and feet are bound together with rope. When I look into the trunk, I see the other guy looks the same way.
The Rejects turn back to the car and drag the other body out of the trunk, immediately dropping him on the ground beside the first. I take advantage of the opportunity and give the one closest to me a swift kick in the gut with my boot. The fucker grunts and we all laugh. Luca and the two prospects join in on giving each of the men a kick. While the prospects go for their stomachs just like me, Luca aims for their heads. Kind of wish I would’ve thought about doing that.
It’s like the lights click on for the two men, because they choose that moment to start struggling to break free from their restraints, their muffled grunts echoing around us. With the hoods covering their faces, I don’t know who is who. Not that it would matter, anyway. They’re both dead men walking. Or laying rather. They’ll never see the light of day again.
“Let’s get these fuckers inside,” Luca says coldly. “Hank, lead the way.”
Each of the prospects from Luca’s club grabs hold of one of the men’s legs and drags them toward the clubhouse doors. I can’t help but smile knowing the gravel from the lot is cutting into them or that their backs are scraping against the ground and hopefully bleeding. The one being held by the prospect sporting beard that would make the band ZZ Top jealous, jerks his leg and tries to break free but fails. God, my old man loved that group.
We don’t make it far before I hear crying coming from one of them. Maybe both, with how loud the noise is. Pathetic. If you’re man enough to kidnap someone, then be man enough to take the punishment when you’re caught.
Stepping into the building, I see some of the brothers have already started drinking. Club girls are kneeling at their feet, sucking their cocks, or straddling their laps while being fucked. But this is not where I want to be. What I want is to kill these two fuckers, then find Vee. I need to make sure she’s okay. See her with my own eyes.
“Which way?” Luca asks, when I stop, glancing down the hallway where I know Vee is.
“This way. I can show you, then go check on Ve—”
“The fuck you are. You’re staying with me and away from my sister. You’ve hurt her enough,” Luca growls.
I grit my teeth, holding back the anger that is boiling inside of me. Punching out Vee’s brother wouldn’t be the best thing to do right now. So, I suck it up and point in the direction of our basement. Without saying a word, I head that way, and hear them fall in step behind me.
