Page 69 of Finish Line
“You don’t have to do this if you can’t handle seein’ him,” I remind her.
“No, I need to see him die,” she states. She stares ahead, zonin’ out for a split second.
“Whatever you want, Goddess.” I turn to Ranger. “Y’all ready?”
“Let’s roll,” he replies.
“Buster!” I call out.
“What’s up, Prez?” he asks.
“We’re headin’ out to the barn,” I tell him. “I need you to drive Athena and me out there.”
“You got it,” he says.
Ranger, Buster, Athena, and I all walk to the front of the clubhouse, where some of the brothers are waitin’ and ready to go.
Twenty minutes later, we’re pullin’ up to the barn. Ranger, Ratchet, Raze, Sketch, and Rascal all came with us as well as one of the prospects so he can clean up when we’re done. Athena and I climb out of the car, but I don’t take her in right away.
“Goddess, I need you to be sure this is what you want to do,” I tell her, makin’ sure her eyes are on mine.
“It is, Jase,” she tells me. “I’m not going to be able to stop looking over my shoulder for him until I see that he’s dead.”
“Okay, okay. He’s gonna be pretty weak,” I explain. “The guys have only been givin’ him the bare minimum to keep him alive.”
“Good. He doesn’t deserve anything more,” she deadpans. She’s not wrong. I grab her hand and we walk into the barn. I watch her face to gauge her reactions, but it is stone-cold, emotionless.
Kevin has his hands bound at the wrists and is hangin’ in the middle of the room from a meat hook. His head is hangin’ to his chest. Athena moves so she’s standin’ directly in front of him. I’m behind her to her right in case she needs me. Kevin slowly lifts his head, and his eyes narrow on Athena.
“You stupid, fucking bitch! I will make you pay for this,” he spits out with what little energy he has. He glances to me, noticin’ how close I am to her and snarls.
“You won’t live to see tomorrow,” she tells him, makin’ his eyes go back to her.
“Are you going to have your biker trash kill me? Or do you think you have what it takes to do it yourself?” He asks her. He’s tryin’ to get inside her head, and she doesn’t even flinch. He doesn’t realize she’s too smart and too strong for that shit.
She turns to face me. “What do we have that I can use on him?”
“Just about anything you could think of,” I tell her.
“Do we have a blowtorch?” she asks.
I cock an eyebrow at her. “A blowtorch?”
She nods her head.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we do,” I say. “Hey, Ratchet!”
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Did you bring out the blowtorch?” I question.
He glances at the table of weapons. “Yup, it’s over here.”
He picks it up and brings it to Athena.
“Where you gonna burn him?” Ratchet asks her.
“His dick,” she says without missin’ a beat. Ratchet’s eyes damn near pop out of his head at her words and I can’t help but laugh. My lady is definitely a Savage.
