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The brothers chuckle, but I just look at the weasel, inhaling my smoke and enjoying the nicotine rush. I know my girl isn't too keen on this habit of mine, and I know my Little Red hates them, which is why I've cut down, but today, yeah, today, I fucking need it.
I take another hit of my smoke then flick the ashes over Harris, his sobs getting louder. I enjoy his torment and let him sweat as the cigarette gets shorter and shorter. As I get near the butt, his sobs lessen. He's gotten comfortable, but the brothers have taken a step back, all knowing what I'm about to do.
Something I haven't done before.
I walk over to the fucker and lean down, whispering in his ear, "Today is the day I show my girl how much I love her, how I'm willing to kill for her. Even burning a man alive."
I place the lit end of my smoke on top of his head. It sets alight almost instantly, and I step back as he starts to scream and struggle in this chair. We all watch as his whole body is engulfed in flames.
We all watch as he burns alive.
Twenty minutes later, I'm walking through the common room, the smell of burning flesh following me. My momma rushes over with a rag and places it against my wound, with Doc walking in behind me.
He grabs my arm. "Come on, fucker. I may not have said anything in there but you're a fucking idiot, ripping them open. Liv is going to have my fucking head for this."
I grunt and allow him to pull me to my room. As soon as we enter, Hallie's eyes go to my side before she scowls, and I smile innocently, muttering, "I may have ripped open my stitches."
She's not impressed. Instead, she shakes her head and snaps, "Go shower, and then we'll stitch you back up. I can smell the burnt skin on you."
I nod, my eyes going to my girl, still in the same position I left her in, making me swallow hard. I turn to my bathroom and do as I was told. My fucking body is tired, and all I want is to climb into bed with my girl. Then, tomorrow, when we wake, when I feel more with it, she will be moving in with me.
Her fucking time is up.
18
Olivia
I blink, my head throbbing as my eyes shift around the room. I furrow my brows. This is Smokey's room at the clubhouse.
Why am I in his room?
I look toward the clock on the mantel above his electric fireplace. I see it's afternoon, and I panic. April! It's my day with her!
Crap.
I go to move, but a familiar arm holds me tighter.
"April is fine, Freckles, she's with Phil. You need to rest, baby," Smokey rasps against my ear, his breath making me tingle, sending shivers down my spine.
I furrow my brows. I need to rest? Why would I….
I blink, memories rushing in.
A large body pushes me against the wall…a hand in my underwear….
My breathing picks up. Harris attacked me; he sexually assaulted me. He had his fingers inside me! I suddenly feel dirty, really flipping dirty.
Smokey holds me closer to him, his lips touching just below my ear.
"He's gone, Livvy. I made sure he'll never hurt you again."
I swallow hard, knowing what he's insinuating, but I don't feel scared. Instead, I blink again and red fills my vision as more memories invade.
Blood…on Jonny’s shirt….
My heart stutters. There was so much blood on his shirt. I quickly turn in Smokey's arms, pain shooting through my head, but I ignore it as I lift the sheet up, tears filling my eyes at the redness around a stitched-up wound.
"You said it was minor," I rasp as tears fall. He smiles a little, his arm leaving my waist as he cups my sore cheek, gently rubbing.
