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“He’s here and waiting for your go ahead.”
I grin. It’s time for Clover to meet his grizzly end.
Walking into the hotel that’s owned by an associate of ours, I move quickly through the lobby and toward the elevator. The security feed for this building, along with the entire block, has been off all day, thanks to Lorenzo. The man is a genius. I don’t ask how he does shit, just as long as he gets it done.
“Boss,” I’m greeted by my men as I enter the old laundry room.
I nod to them as I glance at Clover. He’s been stripped of his cut. The Dirty Demons leather cut is lying on the floor with his blood soaking it. His face is battered, and his eye is bloodshot, like a vessel has burst inside of it.
“Lorenzo,” I say loud and clearly. “This is the man who killed Ty. I know you’ve been dealing with Ty’s mom while I’ve been otherwise indisposed. I feel it’s only right that you get to be the one to end him.”
Lorenzo grins widely as he steps up to Clover. “I’ve thought about what I want to do to you, asshole, and I think there’s only one way that you and your club will get the message.”
He holds out his hand, and Raul hands him a fucking Samurai sword. Christ. These men are fucking maniacs. What’s wrong with shooting someone or even beating them to death? Not flashy enough for these guys, I guess. They have to go big.
“Your head will be put on a stake and displayed in the grounds of the Dirty Demons Clubhouse, so that every single one of your brothers can see just what happens to those who mess with the Famiglia.”
He brings the sword up and slices along Clover’s throat. It runs clean through. No mess, no fuss. Clover’s head severs, and I watch as it falls to the floor, the fucker’s eyes are still open, staring at us.
“You got a plan, Lorenzo, do it. Raul, call Marco and Nina and have them clean this place up.”
Emiliano and I walk out of the hotel. One fucker down. Now we just have to find out who’s behind the bullshit of taking Chloe and burning me. Once we know, then we can form a plan and move forward.
THREE
TEAGAN
The air is thick. It’s stifling. I can barely breathe with the tense energy running through it. Heavy footsteps fall as someone makes their way downstairs. I scramble backward into the darkness, not wanting to be seen. I want to fade away into the darkness and never ever be here.
The smell of tobacco, urine, and sweat hits me. It’s Crunk. That man never washes. He’s so fucking dirty that my stomach rolls whenever he’s near me. His stench lingers in the air for a long time.
Since Crunk raped me four years ago, the Demons have shared me like I’m a piece of meat. I’m passed between them. Over the past four years, I have been used and abused. I’m the brothers’ personal whore. Whatever they want, they take. I don’t fight back. I don’t argue. I take it. I’ve become numb to it all. But there’s only so much that I can withstand. I know that there will come a time when that numbness fades, and when it does, I’ll crumble. I can feel parts of me slipping under already.
The door adjacent to me unlocks, and I stare blankly at the walls cloaked in darkness. I clench my teeth as I bring my knees to my chest. There’s a young girl in that room. I’ve seen her. I cleaned her up after the men branded her with their cum. She’s strong—a hell of a lot stronger than I am. She’s got fire in her eyes.
I don’t recall a time when I ever felt a fire inside of me. I was conditioned from an early age to do exactly as the men say. Lola told me about how I ended up here at the clubhouse. My mom was one of the club girls. She got pregnant and was discarded like trash. The men here are assholes who can’t look after anyone but themselves. They didn’t want kids around, so they sent away all the women they impregnated. My mom left, and from what Lola said, she loved me a lot. She also made the mistake of putting my dad’s name on my birth certificate. When my mom died, I was almost three years old, and I went to my only living relative. My father. He was furious that he had been put on the birth certificate, but he took me in—something I don’t understand because it would have been better for all of us if he had let me go—and I’ve been here ever since. I hate it.
All I wish for is freedom.
Bang.
My body trembles at the sound of a gunshot.
What’s going on?
My breathing deepens as I pull my legs tighter against my chest.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
Oh my god. There’s someone here.
The gunshots continue, some loud, some muffled as though they’re coming from outside.
My heart pounds as I press my head against my knees. God, what the hell is happening? No wonder the men were on edge today. I knew there was something happening. I could tell by the atmosphere. The air was thick. Never did I think it would turn into a gunfight.
I’m not sure how long the gunshots continue to go off for, but each and every one of them has my body flinching at the sound.
When the gunshots stop, I hear yelling; voices I have never heard before. The door to the basement is opened with such force it bangs against the wall. I bite back a whimper as feet pound against the stairs. Whoever it is, they don’t belong to the Demons. The men don’t notice me in the darkness, too focused on their mission. The door that holds the girl splinters, and I can hear the men arguing with Crunk.
