“Baby, again, you got nothing to be sorry about. We’ll talk more at the clubhouse, but know this, all you did was protect me, though I might add, I had it under control. You didn’t have to do anything. The point is though, you did. You had my back and incapacitated those men for me.”
“But the truck . . .” she trails off.
“I’m not worried about my truck. Windows can be replaced on it. By tomorrow, that will be done, if not the next day.” I knew my brothers. They’d see to it that everything is straight for me without me saying a word.
The walk is slow to the clubhouse, mostly due to McKenna shuffling her feet in her flip-flops. Or maybe it’s due to where her head’s at. She’s thinking, rolling everything over about what happened just now.
Done with the slow pace, I scoop McKenna in my arms and carry her the rest of the way without her uttering a protest, which speaks volumes.
The moment we step foot inside, I don’t stop until I have her in my room, where I lay her down on the bed. “You stay here while I go speak with my brothers. I get back, I want to find you right here waiting for me.”
“Okay,” she murmurs, staring up at me.
Leaning down, I brush my lips across hers. Yeah, avoiding her is done and over with. Spending the day with her solidified what’s between us. Tonight, I’m carving it in stone and claiming what’s mine.
I kiss her once more and whisper, “I’ll be back.”
McKenna nods and lets out a little sigh.
Leaving her alone isn’t what I want to do, but being that I’m the President of this club, I’ve gotta get out there and handle business. It’s what’s needed of me, and as my brothers and I always say,‘No one fucks with the Kings’.
“Did you really think you could come to my club and attempt some bullshit scheme and get away with it?” I demand, looking over a bloody Holstein.
His buddy, Zaff, and the other one were already dead at the hands of Brimstone. Holstein would die at the hands of Fire for what he put my sister through, but first, I’ll find out everything I need to from him. Pyro’s already had his fun with the rest of the bloodsuckers who’d been with this group.
“Fuck you.” Holstein sneers and spits blood inches from my boots. “I’m not telling you shit.”
“So, there is something to tell.” I smirk, tauntingly. I know I can’t just kill Holstein. I need to know exactly what he was doing here and why. There’s a reason for his sudden appearance when, for months on end, he hid away, having gone to ground. Kinley getting away from them didn’t sit right with me days ago, and it doesn’t now. I need to pull out of him what he’s really up to. It’s not about Kinley, and it’s not about Evelin.
My gut’s churning, and I don’t like it. I’ve always listened to my instincts, and I’m not about to stop now.
“How is it Kinley was able to get away from you after all these months?” I ask, taking the blade Fire’s been toying with in his hand, itching to get at this fucker.
“Fuck you,” Holstein grinds out.
“Naw, you’re not my type,” I grunt and move swiftly, grab his fingers and bring the blade down, severing two of them.
Holstein screams out and tries to yank back his hand.
“You wanna try answering now? I’ve got all night, and you’ve got plenty of parts. My brothers and I don’t mind taking the time to cut them off piece by piece.” I didn’t want to be at this, as I told him. I have better things I’d like to be doing, but this is something that needs to be handled, the sooner the better.
“I’m not telling you shit,” Holstein grinds out, gritting his teeth.
“That’s all right,” I say and hand the blade back to Fire. “Hand me the pliers, brother.” I should let him handle this, but I want the answers, and I want this asshole’s blood on my hands. Fire will get his turn soon enough.
Fire hands me the pliers, a smirk tugging on his lips.
“Hold his head still,” I tell him. “Force his jaw open.”
My brother does as I ask. I use the pliers to gripone of the extended fangs, giving it a swift tug, yanking it from Holstein’s gum as he thrashes in the chair. He’s unable to fight Fire’s grip on him, which is comical.
The stench of urine filters the air, making me shake my head in disgust.
“You ready to talk?” I ask, yanking the second fang out to show the bloodsucker.
“There’s nothing to tell,” he pants when Fire lets him go.
“I believe there is.”
