“You wanted a family,” he says softly, almost tenderly, and strokes my hair. “I would’ve given you that. I put a baby in your belly.”
Pain lances my chest and tears fill my eyes.
“If only you hadn’t constantly whispered Hayes’ name in your sleep.” He pushes away from me. “If only you had listened and not come to the compound that day, our child would still be alive. We’d still be a family.”
Agonizing grief and pain at the loss of my baby girl rush at me, and tears blur my vision as I stand from the chair and slap his face. “How dare you put your cheating fucking ass behavior”—I slap him again—“on me!” Tears streak down my face as I hit him again. “How fuckingdareyou!”
I scream and purge all the toxicity out of me as I hit, slap, and scratch him. Until I’m done, and I shove away from him. His face is red with scratch marks. Both of us are heaving, and I wipe the tears from my face.
“Don’t you dare put all this on me,” I say more calmly, wiping my tears away with the back of my hand. “I know I made mistakes—the biggest one was being with you—but you need to take responsibility for your actions.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past.” He swipes his hand over his chin. At first, he looks pained, but then that dark, malicious gleam is back in his eyes. “You’re with me again now. I’ll put multiple babies in you; don’t worry, little lamb.”
“No, you won’t.” My hands curl, digging my nails into my palms. “I won’t be with you, Guerilla, and you’re not touching me.”
He smirks, spreading his arms. “Look around. Like I said before, ‘We ain’t in Kansas anymore.’ You’re mine to control and do whatever the fuck I want with.”
“Including raping me?” Dread swirls in my guts, and my eyes dart to the shotgun before coming back to a man who might just be my worst nightmare.
He shrugs. “If that’s what it takes. You’ll come around, eventually.” His eyes glint with sadistic malice. “After your spirit is broken from being forced to watch your sweet Hayes kill people, rip them apart with his bare hands to survive, becoming nothing more than an animal before someone ends up killing him.” He taps his lip, looking like he’s envisioning it. “It’s quite a spectacle; an experience unlike anything else to watch.”
“You’re sick,” I choke.
He shrugs again. “But I need Thunder to get Army out of the MC compound before they vote.” He claps and rubs his hands together, looking gleeful. “I can’t wait to be my brother’s owner in the ring.”
“You said you’d only give Hayes to that death ring if I didn’t do what you wanted.” Panic damn near takes me to the floor. “Leave him alone. I’ll give you whatever money you want, Guerilla. Whatever you want, I promise!”
His sadistic smile grows. “I lied, little lamb. I’m quite committed to the idea of owning my brother and watching him fight for his life.”
I back away from him. With our position now, I’m close to the shotgun. So close, if I moved my hand to the left just a little, I’d be able to touch it with my fingertips.
The ringing of Guerilla’s phone makes me jump, and my heart kicks in my chest. Anyone calling him isn’t good news.
“Thunder,” he answers with a glower. “It’s about fucking time. Tell me you’re on your way here with my brother.”
He looks my way, seeing that I’m reaching for the shotgun.
And all hell breaks loose.
Chapter 48
Army
IpushRazorthroughthe door into the Cell, entering behind him with Ash and Bane bringing up the rear. Pix is already here with Tats and Toxic, and our captive is already hanging from chains attached to the ceiling.
“You’re fucking dead!” Thunder spits, and I’m not sure if he’s talking to Razor or me, or both of us. But it doesn’t matter.
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” Pix says calmly. Then her hand moves with lightning speed to slash her knife down both his cheek and his chest.
He howls in pain as blood oozes from the slash marks, then glares at her. “Fucking cunt. Who puts a woman in the role of enforcer, or in any role within the MC, except to suck our cocks?” His hair looks greasy with sweat as his head turns to Ash. “Oh, that’s right…my fucking incompetent nephew, that’s who.”
Ash remains silent, crossing his arms over his chest.
Thunder isn’t done, though. “Pix, you fucking cunt, you should be on your knees, sucking all our cocks like the good little whore you should’ve been.”
Her cute little button nose wrinkles in disgust. “Zeus formally adopted me, assface. So, you’re talking to yourniece.” Her grin is malicious. “And I’m happy to cut your dick off, just for talking about crossing family boundaries.”
“Later, Pix,” I growl, stalking toward Thunder. My fist explodes into his face, and blood splatters across mine.
