Page 56 of Creature's Vengeance
He howled, begging for me to stop.
No fucking mercy.
“You killed my mother!”
“No,” he blubbered. “It was Spike. He killed her. I didn’t have shit to do with it!”
“Liar,” Maddog accused.
“You were there. You let it fucking happen. You didn’t fucking care that a thirteen-year-old boy watched his mother shot in cold blood.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry!”
“Not good enough!” I roared.
“It’s Ratchet! You should go after him. He set that shit up. He wanted the president’s seat and knew Tinman would never agree to it. He wanted your dad out.”
I already figured as much. “Glad you told the truth.”
“Then leave me. I’m no threat.”
Maddog’s lips curled into a sneer. “Can’t do that.”
“You’re breathing while my mother isn’t. You didn’t prevent her death.”
Jim held up his hands.
I went to pull the trigger when the shadows bled inward from the walls, filling the interior until every light in the room extinguished. Drake’s laughter echoed in my head, and I gave him control, knowing he’d spill blood and avenge one of the two women I loved in my lifetime. The first would never see the man I’d grown up to be, and I mourned her loss. The second awaited me back at our clubhouse, and I planned to make my claim of her official as soon as possible.
Jim’s screams fed the monster within me, and the wicked beast I’d been gifted from Lucifer enjoyed his cries of terror and pain. I wasn’t sure how long we remained in that trailer. By the time we left, what was left of Jim could only be described as lumps of flesh and bloodied bone. It looked like a wild animal had torn him apart. Knowing what I did about Drake and the entity that shared space with him, I wasn’t surprised by the carnage. The two thrived on it.
Maddog stood beside and popped open his lighter, igniting a small flame. “Ready?”
I nodded, turning toward the door of the trailer.
He touched the flame to the chair, letting the fire take hold of the upholstery with a quickness I didn’t expect. Before we exited, the hungry flames were already devouring everything in the vicinity and covering what was left of Jim’s remains.
I stood outside for a moment, watching from a distance as I straddled my bike, relieved that two of the men responsible for my mother’s murder had faced justice.
One way or another, the third would face me, too. I’d have my revenge, and Ratchet would answer for his betrayal of my father. Before this was over, I’d avenge them both.
But now, I pushed the need for vengeance from my mind. I needed a shower to wash the blood from my body and burn these clothes. I couldn’t find any further closure tonight.
All that I wanted now was my woman. I wanted to hold her to me, sink between her soft thighs, and focus on making her mine. The rest would be handled soon.
The club had my back. Maddog and Skel wouldn’t rest until my vengeance was complete.
Epilogue Blair
“You know, I think I need to make a rule.”
“A rule?” Creature asked, his smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “What type of rule?”
I snapped the waistband of his gray sweatpants. “No wearing these in public.”
One of his brows lifted. “Gray sweats? Why?”
“Because.” I gestured to his crotch. “It’s unseemly.”
