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His smirk fucking pisses me off. I want to fucking cut his lips from his face.
“Tell me!” I roar.
“Irina approached me first. I knew who she was, and she was gagging for my dick, so I gave it to her. A cunt is a cunt, after all.”
“You sick bastard.” Zoe hisses, and he flashes his blood coated teeth in her direction.
“Don’t fucking look at her!” I yell, kicking him in the gut, the air flying from his lungs as he starts wheezing. “What happened with Irina?”
“She saw my potential,” he pants, struggling for air. “She knew I was made to rule instead of just being a foot soldier, so she made a proposal to come and speak with Rusty.” He coughs, and I fucking hate having to let him hack his way through it to hear more of what happened.
“Hurry the fuck up and spit it out already.”
He glares at my impatience, but fucking does as I say.
“I met with Rusty, and we struck a deal. I’d help him infiltrate the Kings, and in return, he’d make me VP. Of course, things changed when Irina manipulated Brian to help.” He glances over at Zoe again. “The moment I laid eyes on you, Sugar, I knew I had to make you part of the deal too.”
Snarling, I reach down and fist the front of Gunner’s shirt, lifting him a little so we are nose tofucking nose.
“Don’t fucking talk to her,” I grit out.
Again, he chuckles, manically this time. “What’s wrong, brother? Scared she enjoyed the way I fucked her better than the way you do?”
My fist rears back before I feel his cheekbone shatter under my knuckles, blood spraying across my face and the floor.
Still, the manic laughter continues.
I shove him back, hearing the back of his head crack on the hardwood floor, cutting off his laughing.
“So you really are the one responsible for my mom’s and sister’s deaths?” Zoe asks, moving forward to loom over him.
“Your mom’s death, yes. Leslie’s? No. That bullet was meant for Gray.” Gunner sneers at me like it’s my fault his aim was off. “Leslie was meant to be kept alive. We had so many plans for her. Do you know how much money we could have got selling a virgin minor?”
Zoe’s crazed scream rips through the clubhouse as she launches herself at Gunner, but I reach her before she makes contact, circling my arms around her middle, holding her back for now.
When she kills him, I want her to be clearheaded and not consumed by unbridled rage. She will want to remember that moment.
“Princess,” I rasp into her hair near her ear. “Not yet. Soon. I promise.”
Slowly, she stops fighting, her flailing arms and legs going lax as she heaves in much needed oxygen, and I set her feet back on the floor before releasing my hold on her.
My heart races at hearing Gunner’s confession. I knew he was obsessed with Zoe after finding the pictures and videos in his apartment, but I never knew the other stuff.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” I hiss, standing over him again and darting my gaze back to Zoe. “You alright, Princess?”
She’s standing by Munroe’s side now, her hands trembling even as she nods and juts up her chin. “I’ll be even better when he’s dead.”
I give her a sharp nod, knowing this isn’t over until Gunner is no longer breathing.
“Munroe, call Slasher. Tell him and Titch to get the Cunts back here. We have an execution ceremony to perform.”
Munroe nods, pulling out his phone while still keeping his gun raised on Gunner and making the call.
I pat Gunner down, checking him for weapons and finding the knife he keeps in his boot, just like me.
“Why didn’t you try to use this?” I ask, eyeing him and he slowly shrugs one shoulder like it brings him pain just to do that one small action. “In fact, why are you here at all? You had to know you’d get caught.”
A slow smirk spreads his bloody lips and beard wide. “It took you long enough. I’ve been right under your nose this whole fucking time.”
