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“Trust me, I’ve been thinking about revenge for a few weeks now. Beating you to a bloody pulp. Slicing your throat. Bathing in your blood, while I fuck my wife–that one will never happen, but it’s a nice thought. Now, a bullet sounds about right. I’m not touching you when your dick is up his ass.”

The bottom groaned.

“I’m not watching you finish. Where’s the client list?” I put more pressure on the gun so that he’d feel it at the back of his head.

“Fuck you, motherfucker.”

“Wrong answer,” Sabre said, shooting the bottom in the side of the head. He slumped against the wall. Dead.

“Where’s the client list?” I asked again. “Just think, you’ll die with your dick in some ass. Can’t be a bad way to go.”

“Fuck you.”

“I brought my knife. Do you want me to cut his dick off, Grizz?” Pretty came running up the stairs. He took one look at the leader and busted up laughing. “Oh, fuck. No one wants to die with their dick hanging out of an ass.”

It was instinctual. “Wreck feel the same way?” I asked.

“Buried is the better way to go.” Pretty didn’t miss a beat.

“Where’s the client list?” Sabre asked the leader again, but when he didn’t answer, Pretty made a show of flipping his knife out, running it underneath his fingernails, and just being an overall nuisance. It worked. The thought of being dickless made the leader talk.

“There’s a tablet installed into the wall between the overhead and the side door. Even if you pass the first security check, you won’t be able to open it.”

“That’s why Krait needed Cyph,” Sabre mused, walking towards the stairs. “None of us would know how to do that.”

“You’re no longer useful, and I’m no longer interested in prolonging this.” I pulled the trigger.

Revenge was a dish best served cold.

Chapter 24

How Could You?

Grizz

I stood in front of the baby, staring at her. She was asleep, but her mouth puckered, and I wondered if she was hungry. She’d be crying if she was, right? I’d teased Sabre when I’d caught him reading a baby book in his office once.

“Learning anything good?” I’d asked, tongue-in-cheek.

“Is it bad if I say ‘I don’t know’? I want Grace to know she can depend on me, but this fucking shit’s all foreign.”

I had razzed him some more before going about my day, but he was going to have fun dishing it back my way. Maybe if I bought the book and had it delivered, it wouldn’t be so bad. I’d hide it in my saddlebags and read in between work stops.Yeah, that could work.Until someone saw me. The gossip would flow through the MC like wildfire.

The baby–I’d wait to name her with Meredith–had pink pajamas on, but there weren’t any papers in her carrier. I’d get Scrub to check her, make sure she was healthy when we got back to the clubhouse, and worry about her birth certificate later. I wanted to hold her, to tell her I’d give her the world, but I didn’tpick her up. There was literally blood on my hands tonight, among other bodily fluids. I’d tried to use the bathroom in the back of the barn, but Pretty had warned me it wasn’t, well…pretty.

“We’re ready when you are,” Sabre said, nearing me. “The brothers packed up the cargo. We’ll blow the place from the road and put all of this behind us.”

I didn’t bother to look up at him. “Am I fucking nuts for this?” The baby was mine, and I’d get my wife on board, but a part of me needed his confirmation that this was the right call. I was afraid part of the reason I’d been so quick to claim her was because I was trying to replace the baby that had never been.

“Probably, but if you hadn’t done it, I would have. How does it feel, Daddy?” He laughed as my head popped up.

“I’m afraid, Sabre,” I whispered, not wanting the rest of the brothers to hear my insecurity. I’d appointed myself her father, not thinking twice and definitely not asking for permission. “What if I fuck this up?” A knot tightened in my stomach at the thought.

“You won’t, but you will question every decision you’ve ever made,” he said confidently, slapping me on the arm. “She’s a lucky girl.”

“You hear that, pumpkin? Now, we just have to convince your mommy that Daddy isn’t nuts.”

“Good luck with that.” Sabre laughed as I picked up the handle to the carrier. I’d buy her a new one before we left, but it was early morning. Nothing was open.

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