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I smile wickedly, walking toward the stove. “Wouldn’t I?”

“Now you’ve pissed her off,” Sapphire sings. “Not a good idea. She’s a natural redhead, and with a temper to boot.”

“I guess it won’t matter soon enough,” Diamond puts in. “Plenty of places to hide your body in Texas.”

“Why even hide it in Texas when there’s a big ol’ gulf a few hours away?” I suggest. “Or we could feed her to the Bandits, they’d love to question her on some of the Devilheads’ antics all those years back.”

This club has been in the thick of it for years. I know for a fact Wrath has beef, just like we do.

I turn the burner, so it lights up, then hold the prong into the flames. “This will only hurt for a second.”

“Fuck all of you!” Fury spits.

“I would’ve gone with flattery.”

Sapphire grips her face with one hand and gets right to it. “Tell us what you know!”

“I will die on this fucking hill rather than help you!”

“Wrong answer.” I walk toward her, and her eyes widen.

“Wait!”

But Fury needs to be brought down a peg or two. “What do you think, ladies? A tramp stamp?”

Sapphire lifts her shirt and tilts her, so I have access to her side.

Fury tries to wriggle free. “I swear, I don’t know anything! They summoned me but I —Ahhh!”

I brand her hip, and the smell of burning flesh is horrific. She groans in pain, tears rolling down her face. “I’ll tell you!” she screams.

I pull the iron off her flesh.

Sapphire glances at me. “And I thought I was hardcore.”

I shrug. “She needed a reminder of who she’s dealin’ with.”

“You can’t get away with this. My club will come for me.” Her voice wobbles, but we have her exactly where we need her.

“Oh, but we can, and we will.” Diamond promises. “Right, ladies?”

“Uh, huh,” Sapphire and I chime in.

I smirk, laying the branding iron down. “Don’t make me use that again. It would be a shame to fuck up this pretty face. It’ll be a pity if she squeals so easily because, frankly, she deserves whatever she gets. Fury has been a thorn in our side, and an instigator for years. She’d shoot all of us dead right now if she could.

I turn back to face her. “We’re listening.”

Drifter strokes a hand down my back as I tell him everything.

Well, we left Fury to stew because sometimes the anticipation is worse than the actual torture itself.

“So, did she squeal?”

“Not all of it.” I snuggle into his arms. “But she will. One thing Fury is good at is survival. If she thinks she can get herself out of this mess, then all power to her.”

“You fuckin’ branded her?” He laughs.

“Yup. It was pretty gross, to be honest.”