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“Yeah,” he said. “I needed tonight. Thank you.”
“I think I did too.” I smiled as I reached for his hand. He gave me a little squeeze. “You’re the best.”
“No, you’re the best,” he shot back, yawning.
“Sleep,” I said, my lids mirroring his as they slowly closed.
“On it.”
I was just starting to drift off when he whispered my name.
“Hmm,” I hummed, unable to give more than that.
“I love you,” Ev whispered.
“Love you too,” I told him, but it came out as a mumbled unintelligible noise.
I was sure he knew what I meant. It wasn’t like it was the first time we’d told each other that.
He let out a relaxed sigh, and I drifted off feeling like the weird mood that surrounded Evan earlier was finally gone. Things were right again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wrench
I was staring at the motherfucker that put his hands on my sister. The little fuck-face that messed with my club.
All I could think about was beating him until he wasn’t breathing. Until he was nothing but bits of bone and flesh. Until he wasn’t even recognizable as human.
I could say that I’d never experienced this level of intensity over a feeling like this before. Nope. Never been so pissed and full of rage that I wanted to kill someone. I honestly didn’t even know I had it in me.
We’d had Baby locked up in one of the containers since that night he attacked Sparrow. He wasn’t smelling so good, and lookin’ even worse. He hadn’t expected Row to take him down like she had, and I was sure she surprised him again when she came to take her revenge on him the next day. Since then, he’d had his fair share of mini-torture moments, but the sack of shit was still breathing.
“Tell me where I can find your brother,” I said low, standing not but inches from his swollen, fucked-up face.
He could only open one eye, and partially at that, but he was doing his best to glare at me.
I stood tall, then kicked the chair he was chained to. Fucker flinched but didn’t open his mouth to speak.
My patience was running thin. I’d been waiting too long to get my go at him. And I was beyond ready when LT finally came to me about an hour ago and gave me the green light. I’d been under a car, lost in dark thoughts as I did a standard oil change. I couldn’t even say what I felt when I rolled the creeper out and saw him staring down at me, the look on his face said it was my time. I hadn’t even bothered getting up as he gave me the permission I’d been waiting for, because I knew I had a job to finish first, and I wasn’t wasting time standing just to get back down again.
This asshole here in front of me hurt my family. Burned down the bar. Been spying on us for fuck knew how long. He’d worked his way into the club, and even got himself a Prospect patch. And we had no fucking idea he was working for another club trying to take us down.
“Where the fuck is your brother?” I screamed in his face, spit flying from my mouth and landing right on his cheek.
Nothing. Not even a glare this time. Seemed like he was finding something on my chest more interesting to stare at.
My fist collided with his already swollen cheek. I could see him grit his teeth as his head flew to the side. I swung with the other hand, landing a matching blow to the opposite cheek, splitting open the gash that was already there. I smiled as the blood oozed out of the cut and down his bruised flesh. Some of it was black and blue. Some of it was yellow, rimming the darker patches as if he’d just been taking beating after beating in the same spot. Or it could have been that he didn’t have many spaces left on him that weren’t fucked. If he could move, he’d just be one fucking walking bruised piece of shit.
At this point, it didn’t really fucking matter that I was adding more. But it was making me feel a hell of a lot better.
I kept going, slamming my fist into his nose, smiling at the sick crunch it produced. A river of blood ran down his face, over his lips, and began to drip off of his chin, splattering on his already blood and grime-coated shirt.
“You think you can do something your brothers haven’t already done to me?” he spat out. Oh, look at him talkin’ now. “You’re just the pussy-assed bitch they let in here after they’d all had their turn.”
“Is that right?” I said, squatting down so that I was on his level. “See, I don’t think that’s the case. I think… no,” I paused, tapping the side of my head, “Iknowthat my Prez held me off because they wanted to keep you around. I wouldn’t have come in here as nice as everyone else. I would have lit you up like you lit up our bar. Listened to you scream and beg for mercy while your flesh melted off your bones. Reveled in the fact that you’d die without your colors on your skin.”
Seeing his jaw tick, I kept going, loving the way he was trying his best not to squirm or lash out.
