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I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
“You ready to finish this last bit of business?” Leo asked, patting me on the back as we slipped out into the hall.
I rolled my shoulders and narrowed my gaze as we walked down the stairs to find all my brothers there waiting for me—including Romeo. There was one thing I’d left unfinished, but before I left, I was going to make sure no one had to go through the torment I’d felt.
“Hurry up, will you,” Dice demanded as I reached the bottom step. “The guys told me how old this broad is, and I’ve been looking through Penthouse magazines for half an hour trying to get it up.”
The boys all laughed, and I patted Dice’s chest as I walked by. “Think happy thoughts.”
The way Dice slipped into the barstool beside her and fluttered his eyelashes, you’d think he was almost a bitch. But you know what, it did the trick.
She laughed and giggled and touched his arm like he was some kind of damn gentleman.
The kicker? She wasn’t even drunk.
Lady didn’t drink.
Surprising, with the husband she had, you’d think she would have been continuously drunk. But maybe she was just fucking stupid.
Or scared…
It wasn’t long before Dice’s hand was trailing up her leg, and she was eagerly spreading them. A few moments later, he was leading her out the back, and I couldn’t help but grin as I headed for the bar and asked the waitress to call her husband.
My old buddy Kent.
As if on cue, twenty minutes later he stormed through the door, looking around, his fists clenched as he stalked up to the waitress and demanded to know where his wife was.
The bristles on the back of my neck stood up. I wanted to drag the bastard out the back, and get this shit the hell over with, but I also wanted him to know he wasn’t the only one who could play his fucked up little games.
As I followed him down the hallway, hiding in the shadows as he stomped forward, looking into each room he passed until he reached the exit door which was open, the noises from outside already floating through the air and bringing a dark grin to my face as I moved quickly up behind him.
The moment he saw what was going on outside next to the dumpster, his mouth opened ready to let loose no doubt a roll of expletives, but before he could, I pressed my gun into the back of his skull, and he froze, his eyes matching his big fucking mouth.
“Don’t fucking speak,” I warned, my voice low.
There were times in this life where I’d had to do things I didn’t like to share, and that Meyah would probably never know about.
I had blood on my hands, plenty of it. But I’d never taken the life of someone who was innocent. Kent would be no fucking exception.
He was far from innocent, and the stories I’d heard from people after I got out of there, the things he’d done to them or to people they cared about—there was a special place in hell reserved for men like Kent, and I just happened to have his ticket.
“Kent, my good friend,” I whispered with a light chuckle. “Fancy seeing you here. I saw your wife sitting at the bar, my buddy Dice took a fancy to her, you don’t mind him borrowing her for a minute, do you?”
I knew he could see them, he was standing just outside the door, his eyes focused on their bodies, hearing his wife moaning in utter delight and asking for more. I could practically hear his heart thumping hard and his breathing getting heavy as his anger grew.
“Your face is going red, Kent,” I taunted quietly. “Are you not enjoying this as much as I am? Is this causing you some kind of fuckingpain, asshole?”
“What do you want?” he asked through gritted teeth, trying to act tough, but I saw the way his hands shook. He was the big man on campus when you were handcuffed and locked in a jail cell when his word was the only one they would believe over an inmate who he’d decided he didn’t like for no fucking reason.
“I’ve heard stories, Kent. About you. Your heavy hand. Your bad attitude. And me and the boys… well, we don’t take too well to people like you terrorizing our fucking town.”
One of the girls we’d talked to had admitted her brother had gone to county jail for a couple marijuana charges. He should have done three months. He ended up doing life… because Kent and his buddies beat him up one night, and he had internal bleeding.
He died alone in a jail cell.
Because this asshole didn’t like him? It made me fucking sick.
That could have been so easily me.
“This is where your reign ends,” I whispered, taking joy in the way his eyes moved past me to where my brothers began to fill the hallway, each and every one of them. They had my back. They stood beside me, they were the true meaning of family. And it was going to be as hard as hell to leave them. But Meyah was my future, and I was lucky that even though I was walking away, they still stood behind me one hundred fucking percent.
“You know, Kent, I’m leaving town,” I told him, digging my gun further into his neck, forcing him to cringe in pain. I grinned.
His eyes widened, and the jackass who thought he ruled the world was gone, in his place, a fucking idiot who thought no one would ever come after him. As proven by the way the front of his pants suddenly gathered.
“So I have to thank you because you’re giving us this one last bonding experience to share.” I patted him on the back and made sure he heard me loud and clear, moving my mouth right beside his ear. “Digging graves is a real team effort.”
Check and fucking mate, asshole.
