I breathed a sigh of relief and let my head fall back to the pillow, thoughts of the man with the dead eyes taunting me. I wondered what he’d meant with his parting words, but decided him not being anywhere near me was the safest option at the moment anyway.
The most I could hope for was that my daddy would come up with a plan to find and kill this asshole before he tried to fulfill his threat of taming me. Daddy wouldn’t risk his life for anyone, not even for me, and he certainly wouldn’t waste his money on saving a woman—even if I was his daughter, but if he thought he was being disrespected then he’d burn the world to ashes to show them who was in charge.
I could only hope that his temper got the better of him and he found me soon. Because I dreaded to think what would happen when my temper and this psycho’s temper got the better of either of us.
It would be a war to end all worlds. Because there was no way in hell either of us would be the first to back down. And if we didn’t back down, I had no doubt that we’d both destroy everything around us.
~ 5 ~
Fighter
“You get her?” Gauge asked, the smoke from his cigar billowing between his lips.
“Of course,” I replied.
“You hurt her?”
“No.”
“You going to?”
“Are you ordering me to?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll see how well she behaves.”
Gauge chuckled. “She as feisty as they say?”
I cracked my knuckles, my mind going back to her tied to the bed—arms stretched above her head, her thighs squeezing together and her eyes burning with fire. Her whole body practically trembling with untamed rage.
She was beautiful and crazy, her temper turning her into a wild storm that, left unchecked, would blow this whole world to pieces. She was used to being controlled, that much was obvious, but that didn’t mean she accepted it. She hated to be told what to do, and she had more fight in her little finger than I’d seen in any other woman I’d met in my whole life. I wanted to tame her. To bring her to her knees and have her simpering for me. As if in agreement, my dick stirred.
But that wasn’t the plan—or the job.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunted.
Gauge smirked and puffed on his cigar some more. “You’ve got her handled though?”
I side-eyed him and he held his hands up in defense and laughed again.
“Just checking.”
“Since when did you need to check my work?”
He sighed heavily, all amusement leaving him, and his next words clearly weighing on him. “Since we’ve got a mole in the club, brother. Can’t trust anyone right now.”
I turned and glared at him. “We need to flush them out,” I bit out.
I was going to take them apart piece by piece when I found out who it was. I’d make them suffer by making them watch as I hurt every person they’d ever cared about, and then I’d cut out their tongue and feed it to them. I’d fucking let them live afterwards too, as a warning to anyone else who tried to cross my club or my brothers.
The Devil’s Highwaymen ran Atlanta, and every fucker needed to be reminded of that one simple fact. You crossed us, and your whole family would pay.
“We’re working on it,” Gauge replied.
“It ain’t happenin’ quickly enough. Skinny needs revenge for what they did to him. Battle too. Quinn almost died because of this fucker, and they need to know that they can’t cross us and get away with it.” I gritted my teeth, my breathing coming fast and hard. Whenever I thought about that night, I felt the rage crawling up my throat like a serpent. Anger seeping into my bones, begging for retribution for my brothers.
“Hardy doesn’t want to rush this shit and end up pointing the finger at the wrong person.” Gauge spat some tobacco to one side and threw his cigar away. “I might not agree with his speed, but I can understand his logic.”
