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“Never. You’re sure you’re okay with everyone coming here tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I want to see Rome and Mateo and meet their girls. I want to hold that baby. It’ll be good.”

“Speaking of babies, if you’re not ready for more, I hope you’re on something because I’ll never fuck you with anything between us. And I plan to be inside you as often as possible.”

She blinks and then lets out a laugh. “That’s not a red flag at all.”

“You must have forgotten. That’s all I am, Sunshine. One big fucking red flag. Get used to it.”

Leaving my family at the house to conduct business is just one more thing that Leonidas is going to pay for today.

He has a whole fucking laundry list of things that I’m going to make him bleed for. It’s going to be fucking awesome.

I’m sitting in the back of the SUV with Spider when I get the call from Bacon.

“Report,” I say.

“We have him, boss. Rome and Mateo are here too.”

I lift an eyebrow at Spider, who just shrugs.

“We’re pulling into the parking garage now.”

I end the call.

“Why are my brothers here?”

“They didn’t want to be left out. Julian just pulled in behind us.”

I narrow my eyes, and then decide fuck it.

They can watch me tear my father-in-law apart. I never minded having an audience.

I step out of the vehicle and button my jacket closed as Julian strides my way.

“I know you need to be the one to kill him,” Julian says, “but I want in. He was my father’s man, and I need to make him pay.”

“Done. Have you found the others?”

“They scattered all over the country,” Julian says with disgust. “But my men are rounding them up.”

“It’s going to be a busy week.”

We walk into the basement of the King of Spades, through a heavy metal door that leads to a long cement hallway.

It’s cold as fuck down here.

Just the way I like it.

When I get to the cell, I see that my brothers and their number twos are all here.

Rage is a living thing inside me as I storm into the cell, march right over to my ugly-as-fuck father-in-law, and punch him across the face.

“Don’t kill him too quickly,” Rome reminds me, his voice calm and bored.

“How long?” I growl, but Leonidas just stares back at me without saying a word. So, I glance at Mateo. “Blowtorch.”

“Fun,” my brother says with a skip in his step as he takes the torch from the tool chest and flicks it on. “May I do the honors?”