A heavy boot connects with his body, and a man reaches down and lifts him in the air, effortlessly, as if he is a feather.
“Gideon Fox.”
His voice is loaded with anger, and a prickle of apprehension slides down my back.
“Answer me.”
The biker snarls, slamming Gideon against the car, and his voice cracks as he hisses, “Yes.”
I gaze in horror as the man slams his head cruelly down on the bonnet, blood gushing from the wound as Gideon’s howl of pain disturbs the eerie silence.
Another man steps forward, as ferocious as the one before him, and pulls Gideon back, turning him to face him.
“This one is for my daughter, Cassandra King, you fucking piece of shit.”
A fist crunches against his jaw, blood seeping through his open mouth.
His daughter. Is this revenge for one of Gideon’s games? It certainly looks that way. My heart beats rapidly as another man steps forward.
“This one is from Imogen.”
Another kick to his stomach, Gideon howling as he bends double. Then a different man grabs him by the throat and tosses him hard back against the bonnet, the crack of bone merging with Gideon’s roar of pain.
“You miserable piece of shit. Aspen sends her disgust.”
He grabs Gideon by the hair and bangs his head back on the bonnet several times, blood seeping from the wounds in his skull.
The scream dies in my throat as their attention turns to me, and I note the glint of a gun in the sunshine, pointing at my head.
“Jenna Sloane.”
My throat dries. He advances, murderous intent in his eyes, and as he presses the barrel to my head, he snarls, “Think about the kids you ruined and the lives that were lost because of you. Picture their ghosts surrounding you now.”
He shoves the barrel into my mouth and twists it. “Suck on this, you miserable bitch.”
Tears stream from my eyes as he pulls the trigger, the empty chamber mocking me as I piss myself.
His low laugh crawls across my soul, and I am shoved forward, my knees bucking under the pressure.
The belt tightens around my neck. I can’t breathe and I stare into Gideon’s pain-filled eyes as he groans on the ground in front of me. My vision blurs, the ghosts of my sins crowding around me as they watch my passing with silent jubilation.
Gideon is staring at me, the life ebbing from his eyes. He’s slipping away, lying beaten and bloodied on a dirt track in the middle of nowhere. No mansions now, no control, no respect. Bleeding out of his broken bones, his only companion his sins.
My vision blurs; I give into the sensation. I’m floating. I’m free; it’s what I have craved for too long now. Free of him, this life, this pain. As I take my last breath, one name accompanies me to hell.
“Tell the devil the reaper sent you when you knock on the gates of hell, you disgusting piece of shit.”
EPILOGUE
RAZOR
The ride home is a long one with only my thoughts to keep me company.
Blade rides beside me. Always beside me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He needed that. Closure. They all did.
Watching Ryder, Flash, Drake, and Blade take revenge for their loved ones was the sweetest. Retribution is not usually personal, but this one was.
