Page 41 of Smokey

I sit forward, ignoring the pull of the stitches as I put my head in my hands. We don't think he raped her, but there's a high chance he violated her.

Fuck I feel sick.

A hand comes to my bare shoulder, and I look up to see Hallie, her eyes on my girl.

"Go make that fucker pay, Smokey." She looks at me. "Make him hurt for hurting our girl, then make sure he can never hurt anyone else. I'll watch over our girl. Phil's got April until tomorrow, and then your momma will have her. Phil wants half-hourly updates."

I nod as I gingerly stand then move over to the other side of the bed. I lean down and gently kiss her lips, rasping, "I'll be back soon, baby. I love you." I stand, wincing as I pull the stitches.

Hallie shakes her head. "Please don't rip those stitches out."

I nod before grabbing my cut from the end of my bed, putting it on before, then kissing Hallie's head. "I won't be long."

She nods as I leave the room, my anger burning inside, ready to fucking burn this fucker.

17

Smokey

As I enter the common room the brothers stand, all ready to follow me to the outhouse.

They make me proud to be a part of a brotherhood. Everyone is willing to stand behind me as we avenge my woman.

Snake stands by the back door, his face stoic, and I head as he shouts, "Who’s ready for some roadkill?" causing the brothers to cheer. I just blink, my mind going over and over everything that's happened.

I rev my bike, going faster, when I notice Livvy's black truck parked outside Baked Goods. She should have finished at one. Why in the fuck is she still here?

Fucking woman needs to tell Florence where to go.

Snake grips my arms, concern shining in his blue eyes. "You ready, brother?"

I nod even though I'm not. We're supposed to be celebrating. Tomorrow, he's proposing to his girl who's pregnant with his child, a child he thought he'd lose after she was attacked by a crazy woman who used to be a club whore. Still, instead, we're heading to the outhouse where a weasel, who thought he could take what was his, is waiting for my vengeance—and I don't care if they're still in a relationship.

We all climb onto the ATV’s, ready to get this show started.

Ten minutes later, we're all walking into the soundproof outhouse. Cannon grins from where he's standing behind the fucker who is chained to a chair, naked, and has the word “pussy” carved into his forehead. The brothers all laugh. I don't, though. Instead, I tilt my head as I grab a smoke from my cut, lighting it up and inhaling deep. Harris locks eyes with mine and sneers. Blood covers his face, and his nose is broken.

I raise a brow at Cannon, whose eyes shine with pride as he states, "His nose was already like that."

The brothers all stomp their feet at my girl's fight.

"Jonny!" I flinch at the memory of Livvy’s cry.

I blink the place my smoke between my lips and take my cut off, feeling my stitches tug, but I ignore them and Doc, who narrows his eyes in warning as I give my cut to my prez. I walk over to the fucker as I take another hit from my smoke, the brothers all watching, waiting.

Only a few have seen me in action, but I've never been this angry.

More memories of earlier shot through me.

I jump off my bike, running toward the alley, Tech following me as my girl's screams and cries hit my ears.

I get in front of the fucker, who grins at me, and yells, "Patricia is mine!"

Back in the moment, I tilt my head and look at Tech, who shakes his head.

"His ex's name is Patricia, if you can even call her an ex; they only went on a few dates. Oh, and her daughter is ten-year-old Avril. The fucker became obsessed with Patricia, tried to control everything she did after only a month of meeting her. Before she met Harris, she’d hooked up with an MC brother and fell pregnant with Avril, in that same month they had a few dates. Fast forward, fucker here became abusive after she tried to end things. She was stuck for about two years, him following her around, scaring her—the fucker was delusional and thought the baby was his, even though she told him it wasn't because they’d never fucked. When she left, she had a restraining order against him. He tried to take her to court for custody of the child, but his DNA proved he wasn't the kid's father. The ex is now happy with Joker from the Wincher MC. He’s the kid's biological father. They have another baby on the way, too."

I nod with each word Tech speaks as Harris's eyes get darker. I smirk, bending forward to I blow smoke into his face, making his eyes water.

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