Deep Redemption
Page 65
I couldn’t fucking believe this cunt. Turning up at the compound, brazen as all hell. Dressed in white, trying to look like he ain’t done a damn thing wrong.
With Mae’s sister . . . her fucking doppelganger, her supposedly dead sister who Rider—Mae’s biggest fucking fan—looked like he was screwing.
Fuck. My. Life.
The brothers were all jacked up with rage, trailing after Ky as he dragged Prophet Fucknut across the yard and down to the barn through the woods. Perfect place to keep this fucker. Away from the clubhouse and nowhere near the cabins.
I kept my eye on Ky as he dragged Rider down toward the small wooden barn. I looked at Rider, and my lip curled in disgust. I fucking hated this cunt. My muscles practically throbbed in excitement at the thought of what he was gonna go through tonight at our hands.
Tonight my brothers would extract every bit of revenge they wanted from his flesh—slowly, painfully, drawing his death out as long as humanly possible.
Tank and Bull came to my side. Tank shook his head. “Mae’s fuckin’ sister, Prez? Ain’t she supposed to be dead?”
I nodded my head and signed, “As a fuckin’ doornail. It was the reason Mae ran from the pedo fuckers in the first place.”
“Then how the fuck did Rider find her? Out of all the bitches that woulda been creamin’ for him at that commune, he goes for the one that looks exactly like Mae—go figure.”
My teeth ran over my top lip in frustration. His obsession with my bitch had gone too fucking far. And one thing was for damn sure: he wouldn’t be going near her or Bella again. I ain’t ever seen Mae react like she did just now, seeing her dead sister rock up like a damn ghost at our gates. I knew she’d been close to her, but fuck! She could barely stay standing.
Guess I never understood just how close they really were.
“He dies tonight,” I signed. “This fucker’s delusional reign is gonna end tonight. I’m done havin’ him exist. So fuckin’ done.”
Ky opened the door to the barn and slammed the thick sole of his heavy boot against Rider’s back, catapulting him to the blood-stained floor.
By the look on Ky’s face, I wasn’t sure anyone else would get a shot at the rat. Lilah had been and had her surgery, and every day since, my VP had fallen deeper into fucking darkness. Seeing his bitch hurting, in a fucking hospital once more, had turned the laidback brother into a fucking demon. A damn demon hell-bent on nothing but revenge.
Kyler fucking Willis had enough pain inside him to make Rider’s death worthy of the fucking history books. Vike’s face was like stone as he held the door open for us to troop through. One thing I made sure happened in this damn club: any smartass and fucking stupid remarks stopped the minute business needed to get done.
It was why we were ruthless.
When it came down to it, we would cut any fucker down . . . then laugh about it later . . . over their carved-up dead bodies.
Viking shut the door and snapped the lock. AK switched on the bare lightbulb that hung down from the center of the wooden roof. I pushed through Smiler, Hush and Cowboy and stepped around Flame, who had his blades ready at his side, pacing back and forth with bloodlust in his dead eyes.
Ky shackled Rider to the long chains hooked into the barn floor. And my best friend wasn’t taking it easy on the traitor. He threw in a random punch when he fucking wanted, wrenching Rider’s arms back as he tied the cuffs around his wrists. I saw the pain on Rider’s face, but the fucker barely even flinched. His eyes were focused on the floor, staring off at sweet fuck all.
Ky stepped back, panting from the adrenaline pumping through his veins. “What’s wrong, rat? Someone take away your new puppy? You cryin’ over your new bit of pussy findin’ out you’re a rapist?”
Rider looked up. With a fucking spew of venom I never expected the cult-freak to muster, he hissed, “Don’t you ever talk about her like that ever again. I’ll tear your tongue from your mouth.” His voice was low and raw. Turned out the turncoat had some brass balls underneath that pansy tunic after all.
Ky froze, then a cold-as-fuck smile spread across his perfect face. The VP crouched down, getting right in Rider’s face. “Aw, what’s the matter, oh holy one? Don’t like us fuckin’ with someone you care about? Talkin’ about her sweet, wet cunt?” His smile dropped, and he leaned in until his nose almost touched Rider’s. “Should’ve thought ‘bout that before you and your pedo twin made it your lives’ mission to take what was ours . . . over and over and fuckin’ over again.”
With Mae’s sister . . . her fucking doppelganger, her supposedly dead sister who Rider—Mae’s biggest fucking fan—looked like he was screwing.
Fuck. My. Life.
The brothers were all jacked up with rage, trailing after Ky as he dragged Prophet Fucknut across the yard and down to the barn through the woods. Perfect place to keep this fucker. Away from the clubhouse and nowhere near the cabins.
I kept my eye on Ky as he dragged Rider down toward the small wooden barn. I looked at Rider, and my lip curled in disgust. I fucking hated this cunt. My muscles practically throbbed in excitement at the thought of what he was gonna go through tonight at our hands.
Tonight my brothers would extract every bit of revenge they wanted from his flesh—slowly, painfully, drawing his death out as long as humanly possible.
Tank and Bull came to my side. Tank shook his head. “Mae’s fuckin’ sister, Prez? Ain’t she supposed to be dead?”
I nodded my head and signed, “As a fuckin’ doornail. It was the reason Mae ran from the pedo fuckers in the first place.”
“Then how the fuck did Rider find her? Out of all the bitches that woulda been creamin’ for him at that commune, he goes for the one that looks exactly like Mae—go figure.”
My teeth ran over my top lip in frustration. His obsession with my bitch had gone too fucking far. And one thing was for damn sure: he wouldn’t be going near her or Bella again. I ain’t ever seen Mae react like she did just now, seeing her dead sister rock up like a damn ghost at our gates. I knew she’d been close to her, but fuck! She could barely stay standing.
Guess I never understood just how close they really were.
“He dies tonight,” I signed. “This fucker’s delusional reign is gonna end tonight. I’m done havin’ him exist. So fuckin’ done.”
Ky opened the door to the barn and slammed the thick sole of his heavy boot against Rider’s back, catapulting him to the blood-stained floor.
By the look on Ky’s face, I wasn’t sure anyone else would get a shot at the rat. Lilah had been and had her surgery, and every day since, my VP had fallen deeper into fucking darkness. Seeing his bitch hurting, in a fucking hospital once more, had turned the laidback brother into a fucking demon. A damn demon hell-bent on nothing but revenge.
Kyler fucking Willis had enough pain inside him to make Rider’s death worthy of the fucking history books. Vike’s face was like stone as he held the door open for us to troop through. One thing I made sure happened in this damn club: any smartass and fucking stupid remarks stopped the minute business needed to get done.
It was why we were ruthless.
When it came down to it, we would cut any fucker down . . . then laugh about it later . . . over their carved-up dead bodies.
Viking shut the door and snapped the lock. AK switched on the bare lightbulb that hung down from the center of the wooden roof. I pushed through Smiler, Hush and Cowboy and stepped around Flame, who had his blades ready at his side, pacing back and forth with bloodlust in his dead eyes.
Ky shackled Rider to the long chains hooked into the barn floor. And my best friend wasn’t taking it easy on the traitor. He threw in a random punch when he fucking wanted, wrenching Rider’s arms back as he tied the cuffs around his wrists. I saw the pain on Rider’s face, but the fucker barely even flinched. His eyes were focused on the floor, staring off at sweet fuck all.
Ky stepped back, panting from the adrenaline pumping through his veins. “What’s wrong, rat? Someone take away your new puppy? You cryin’ over your new bit of pussy findin’ out you’re a rapist?”
Rider looked up. With a fucking spew of venom I never expected the cult-freak to muster, he hissed, “Don’t you ever talk about her like that ever again. I’ll tear your tongue from your mouth.” His voice was low and raw. Turned out the turncoat had some brass balls underneath that pansy tunic after all.
Ky froze, then a cold-as-fuck smile spread across his perfect face. The VP crouched down, getting right in Rider’s face. “Aw, what’s the matter, oh holy one? Don’t like us fuckin’ with someone you care about? Talkin’ about her sweet, wet cunt?” His smile dropped, and he leaned in until his nose almost touched Rider’s. “Should’ve thought ‘bout that before you and your pedo twin made it your lives’ mission to take what was ours . . . over and over and fuckin’ over again.”
