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I look at Slicer, then Zayne, and they both nod, knowing what I want.
Revenge.
This bitch had me raped.
Zayne holds his hand out to me, and I take it willingly while scowling at his shoulder, making him smirk as he guides me to the basement. The council brothers follow as Tank instructs Trigger not to let his old lady or my mother out of his sight; they are not to follow his grandson, making them cry.
But I ignore them because it's time to put half of my demons to rest.
Chapter 23
Flame
We make our way into the basement, my hand firmly in Star's. Hairy is hanging by his arms from the ceiling in chains in only his boxers, his eyes blindfolded and his mouth gagged, while Ginger is chained to the chair on the floor.
"Flame baby."
She gasps, trying to move in the chair. Hope shines in her eyes. "What's going on? Why am I here, baby? They won't tell me, and after everything I've done for them over the years," The brothers chuckle, and I shake my head before Star comes into her view, and she instantly freezes before she sneers, "What's the bitch doing back?"
I growl, but Star squeezes my hand before moving around me, and she grins, "Didn't you hear Ginger? I brought mine and Zayne's son home; he's seven months old now."
Ginger's eyes widen while I grin. She shakes her head, looking at me, hoping she's bullshitting, only for my grin to go wider before she starts to struggle some more. "NO, NO, I'LL KILL THE BASTARD, YOUR MINE FLAME, YOUR FUCKING MINE!"
The brothers all tense while Star looks at me with an 'I told you so' look, making me sigh, hating she was right about this because she made the right decision overall. She saved her dad and kept our son safe.
I go to take a step forward, but Star beats me to it, grabbing some gas we have down here and throws it over Ginger's head, who chuckles, seemingly forgetting us brothers are in the room. "Is that the best you've got, putting gas over my head? Your pathetic, and when I get out of here, I'll ensure your son gets the same treatment as you before I kill him all while I fuck MY man. Do you hear my bitch? He's mine. It was my cunt; he was fucking not yours."
My anger spikes, but I don't get to do anything because Star walks over to me. She smiles sweetly before putting a hand in my cut pocket, making me raise a brow at her, but she just smiles. I can see the pain in her eyes, but she's trying to hide it as she turns around and walks back to Ginger, and it's then that I notice my lighter missing. "Oh shit,” Gunner mutters as Ginger's eyes widen, seeing Star light the lighter. She starts to scream and fight against her restraints, while Hairy, who can hear everything, starts to struggle himself, shouting over the gag in his mouth, scared, making the brothers chuckle.
Star bends down and gets in Ginger's face. "You, my dear, have fucked up." It's all she says before setting Ginger's hair alight and making the brothers jump back in shock, all while I grin.
Oh yeah, we were made for each other.
I look at my dad, who is chuckling while Dead Shot is grinning madly, before Star throws a bucket of water over Ginger's head. She's crying and screaming, apologizing over and over, but Star's having none of it when she grabs a knife. I step forward, not willing for her to dirty her conscious, but she just smiles at me before stabbing the knife into Ginger's leg, who screams out.
Star gets in her face, "You weren't so sorry when I was being raped, though were you, or when a four-year-old was being traumatized, or when Annie was losing her baby? Or how aboutwhen you decided to convince the other weet butts to poke holes in all the condoms?"
All of our brothers' eyes widen in shock. Fuck me, she was behind everything.
Ginger sobs, shaking her head as Star removes the knife and then stabs her other leg, causing Ginger to scream out again and again. When she's decided she's had enough, when she can feel herself dipping too far, Star removes the knife and then holds it out to Slicer, who looks at her with furrowed brows, making my girl rasp.
"Because of this bitch, your beautiful little girl was traumatized; a small four-year-old was assaulted."
He smirks and nods, grateful to dish out the execution, when Axel nods in agreement. Now normally we don't harm women, so I know he won't torture Ginger, but he will kill her for her sins. Ginger cries as he stalks over to her, "P-please, I-I’m sorry so-so sorry, please, I-I just w-wanted Flame, p-please."
He just shakes his head at her before slicing her throat, and we all stand back, watching her choke on her own blood, the light in her eyes dimming before she takes her last choked breath. Hairy struggles even more, panicking that he's next, which he is, just not with my girl in here. Ginger got off lightly; he won't, and I refuse to subject my girl to that.
Axel pulls his phone out, messaging a couple of prospects to take Ginger to the morgue in the underground tunnel we have that connects with the building. We paid them handsomely and basically kept them in business. Ginger will be burned and then dumped in the Hudson River, where she fucking belongs.
I walk up behind Star, who is looking at Ginger's dead body, wrapping my arms around her from behind. "Come on, Firefly, let's get you cleaned up so we can go get our boy." Irasp in her ear, and she nods, allowing me to guide her out of the basement. I miss the common room going down the hall for only council members and then into my room. I get a pair of leggings she left here and one of my T-shirts, which I know she'll claim before handing them to her. She gives me a slight smile; exhaustion etches her features before she turns and heads into my shower. I take a seat on my bed and wait for her as I hear the shower being turned on.
I don't know how long I sit here before I look at the time to see she's been a lot longer than normal, and I get up and quietly open the door, only to stop dead in my tracks. Star stands in front of me, looking in the mirror, still in her white tank top and jeans that are covered in blood. She's in a trance, and terror shines on her features as her eyes go vacant to cope with what she did.
Fuck.
I walk up behind her and gently grab the bottom of her tank. She allows me to take it off her, then her bra, and I try my fucking hardest to ignore my rock-hard cock as I grip the button on her jeans, undoing them, then gently pulling them along with her lace panties down. All of her clothes will be burned later.
I remove my cut and t-shirt before removing my boots and pants then I gently guide her into the already running shower.I gently place her under the spray; her eyes are still vacant. I knew she needed closure with Ginger, but this part fucking sucks.
