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I spread his ass cheeks, and leaning over him, my chest plastered to his back, I kneeled on his balls. He screamed again, and then, I shoved the knife up his ass straight to the hilt.
“No onefucks with my woman,” I snarled in his ear.
Then, I slammed his head to the concrete hard enough to crack his skull.
13
Chase
It was almost dark by the time we rolled back up to the clubhouse. After the asshole had died on the floor of the cellar, Scorpion and I dragged his body out in a body bag and carried his heavy ass through the woods to the waiting van. It was another long ride to his territory—not to mention dangerous. The drop from my adrenaline high had left me exhausted and ready to crawl into bed.
But alas, that couldn’t happen—not yet. Because after we dropped his body off in the Ghosts of Chaos’ territory, we headed back to the cellar to help do clean-up. Which was another couple of hours.
And now, I was fucking exhausted. Dead on my fucking feet, really. Blood and sweat were clinging to my skin, and I was in desperate need of a shower. I smelled like I’d stepped out of a butcher shop.
“Go on and get cleaned up and get some sleep,” Scorpion said, looking as tired as I felt. “I’ll call church in the morning so we can decide as a club where to go from here. After what we did tonight, there’s no turning back. We’re eyeballs deep in this shit now, regardless of Johnston’s involvement.”
I nodded in agreement and tilted my head back to look up at the sky as twilight descended upon us. We’d brought our own shit on us now. Before, we could’ve just let Johnston call all the shots, but not now.
It had gotten too personal now.
“Well, the peace was nice while it lasted,” I joked.
Scorpion snorted. “Eh, it was beginning to get boring as fuck anyway.”
I snickered. He wasn’t wrong. It had been too quiet. Men like us didn’t want peace. We wanted bloodshed and darkness. It was where we were most comfortable at.
I clapped a hand to his shoulder before heading inside the clubhouse. Mark and Scorpion trailed in behind me, the doors closing quietly behind them. Gidget looked up from his phone, arching a brow. “You left Tango to clean up by himself or some shit?” he asked, noticing he didn’t come in with us.
“Tango is dealing with something else,” I told him evasively, leaving it at that. That boy was Tango’s problem, and while I wasn’t sure what had formed between Tango and that kid in the short time Tango had been interrogating him, all of us had felt the protectiveness Tango had for him. I wouldn’t be the one to open my mouth about anything Tango was doing. What Tango wanted us to know was up to him and only him.
Gidget scowled at me, but I ignored him. It was rare Gidget wasn’t in a foul mood, and I was used to it by now. The only time he wasn’t in a pissy mood was when he was getting his dick wet, honestly. But he’d chilled out over the years, so that was good, at least.
I quietly opened my door, not wanting to disturb Sophia if she was asleep. She was curled under my blankets, hugging my pillow to her chest, her blonde hair fanned out behind her. Unable to help myself, I stood over my bed, staring down at her. If I wasn’t worried about waking her up and freaking her out with all the blood on me, I would have run my fingers through her hair—maybe even leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek or her forehead.
I missed her like crazy. It was beyond time for us to talk, but I was also afraid the damage between us was too much to repair. And I didn’t want to face that if it was. I didn’t want to lose her.
It was selfish of me to keep her waiting, but I was a selfish mother fucker. I would never deny that. I wasn’t ready to face the fact that I might have to let go of her. That shithurt. Almost to the point it brought me to my damn knees.
Quietly, I made my way to the bathroom and shut the door behind me before toeing off my boots and stripping out of my clothes. Wanting to hurry so I spent less time potentially waking Sophia up, I quickly wet my hair and began to lather it, scrubbing at my scalp as I watched the red water slowly turn clear as the dried blood slowly washed off of me.
What I’d done still didn’t feel like enough because nothing I did would ever repair what had been done to Sophia, but it would have to be. I’d done what I could to maybe bring her peace. To help her move on.
But just like she would always live with those painful memories, the nightmares and flashbacks, I knew I would always live with the guilt of not getting to her in time. Of not doing more to keep her safe.
I opened my eyes when I was done rinsing my hair and looked over toward the door, feeling eyes on me. And sure enough, Sophia was standing in the doorway, her wide, horrified eyes staring at my pile of bloody clothes.
Fuck.
I should have locked the goddamn door.
I quickly flung the glass door back and stepped out, dripping water all over the floor as I did so. “Cupcake, it’s not as bad as it looks,” I tried soothing her.
She swallowed thickly and looked up at me, her eyes slowly tracking over my naked, glistening body before she forced herself to meet my eyes. “Is that blood?” she whispered, her voice a little shaky.
I nodded, not wanting to lie to her. “It’s the blood of one of the men who raped you, Sophia.”
Tears immediately welled in her eyes. Her sweet lips trembled, and just like that, she crumbled in front of me, sinking to her knees, sobbing into her hands. I quickly sank to the ground in front of her, dragging her into my arms. She clung to my damp skin, sobbing into my neck as she wrapped her body around mine, not even caring that I was getting her clothes wet or that I was naked.
