by Erin Osborne
“You can’t do this to me!” Neil screams out. “You’ll be ruined. Someone very close to you has been helping me lately and has all the information of where I am and who has me.”
“No. See, you’re gonna be the one who’s ruined. Then you’ll be buried in a shallow grave where no one will ever find your remains,” I state, grabbing the baseball bat resting against the wall. “Who the fuck do you think is gonna help you that’s close to us? We don’t let strangers in and the problems we did have attached to the club because of you are no longer a threat.”
“You’d be surprised to know who’s helping me. I’m not gonna tell you either. Anyone you let in your daily lives could be the rat,” Neil says, taunting us all as I look around the room.
We’re all confused about who would be helping him. It’s not Maria because she hasn’t been in contact with him. Everyone else we’ve discovered has already been taken care of. Neil is either full of shit or we have another rat. We’ll have to figure out who that man, or woman, is.
Holding it in my hands, I walk around Neil. His body begins trembling as he realizes what I’ve been saying is true. No one is going to come to his rescue. Not this time. While we’ve been out looking, we may have been paying all of his little minion’s visits. They like their lives too much and want to keep living instead of joining him in shallow graves. Or watching their families disappear from their lives.
Standing back in front of him, I raise it and slam it into his left knee. Neil screams out like a little bitch. Without missing a beat, his right knee receives the same treatment. He’s now hanging strictly from his wrists since I’ve shattered his knees.
“See, Gwen has been tellin’ me about the things you’ve done to her,” I growl out, letting the rage and venom flow out as I raise the bat once more.
This time my target is his cock. I don’t hold anything back as I slam the bat into him as hard as I possibly can. Each one of my brothers cringe and cup themselves as I repeatedly smash his cock and nuts over and over again. There’s almost nothing left by the time I’m done with him. Honestly, he really doesn’t need his cock or nuts any longer. Grabbing my knife once more, I slice the appendage off which caused my girl so much pain in her life.
Stepping back, I let my brothers take their turns with Neil. Each man lands multiple shots on his body until it’s Stryker’s turn. He picks up pliers and begins to rip out all of his nails. Then he yanks out his teeth. From there, he cuts off several fingers before using the blow torch on them to ensure he doesn’t bleed out. Stryker also uses it on other areas I’ve inflicted damage to ensure he stays alive until we’re ready to kill him.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time for a beer,” Playboy says. “Let this fucker hang here for a while before we send down Tommy and Rich to do their damage. I don’t want to look at the piece of shit any longer.”
We all agree with him and begin making our way upstairs. Each one of us head to our rooms to shower and wash the filth of Neil off our bodies and change clothes before heading back to the women. The only thing I think about as I quickly shower is it’s no fun to torture a man like Neil when he’s passed the fuck out. He needs to be alert when we inflict our damage on his body. He’s already covered in bruising and a few cuts. Stryker using the blow torch on him made him pass the hell out. Slim will have Doc come in and ensure he remains alive until we no longer want him breathing.
Once I’m all cleaned up and dressed in different clothes, I make my way out to my wife. She needs to know there is no reason to feel fear anymore or look over her shoulder whenever she happens to leave the compound. We’ve tied up all the loose ends where Neil is concerned and only have her father left to deal with. I’ll be taking care of that little problem later on tonight.
Gwen and I are up in our room after spending most of the day in the common room with everyone. Now is when I’ll talk to her about things. She deserves to know and I don’t have to worry about her telling anyone because this is something she wants to happen. Gwen is loyal as fuck to the club and me. No one will ever know what happened to the two main men who made it their mission to fill her with fear and torture her in numerous ways.
“Sparrow, we need to talk,” I tell her, helping her sit on the bed before crouching down in front of her. “Earlier, I got an alert there was someone in our home. When I pulled up the footage, it was Neil. You don’t have to worry about him any longer. He’s no longer a threat to you, baby.”
For several minutes, Gwen doesn’t say anything. She sits on the bed and stares at me. There is no emotion filling her eyes like normal as I continue to watch her for any sign of distress. Doc is still here for this reason.
“Sparrow, talk to me,” I plead with her.
“You’re sure it’s over. No one else is gonna come after me?” she questions me.
“All loose ends are tied up and no one is gonna be comin’ after you any longer,” I assure her.
“Thank you, Killer. You don’t know what this means to me,” she says, wrapping her arms around me while pressing her stomach into my body.
“You don’t have to thank me, Sparrow. I’ll do anythin’ to make sure you and our babies are safe and protected. Why don’t you get ready for bed while I run out for one more errand? I’ll be back as soon as I can,” I tell her.
“Okay. I’m tired as hell right now and ready for bed. You promise you’ll be back soon?” she asks me, already sliding down under the covers.
After tucking Gwen in and making sure she’s got water and a snack on the nightstand next to her, I grab my go bag and head out. Stryker meets me in the common room and he’s ready to head out too. We’re taking care of the final piece of shit so he can’t ever get out of prison or harass my wife again.
Straddling our bikes, we head out to the prison where my contact is waiting on us to show up. Gwen’s dad found himself in solitary confinement and we’ll be paying him a visit while he’s in there. He won’t be making it out of there alive. Within the next few hours, he’ll be dead. No one will miss him either. Especially considering I’ve been hearing he’s been causing nothing but problems since he’s been in there. Thinks he runs the prison and can do whatever he wants. That’s not the case and he’s about to find that out the hard way.
It takes us a while to get to the prison. We’re parking in the employee lot and meeting my contact Zach. He’s a correctional officer here and is going to help us get inside. I believe today we’ll be employees of the prison so we can make our way throughout the place virtually undetected. Once we park our bikes in the lot, Zack Porter walks out with a duffle bag full of the uniforms we’ll need to get inside.
Stryker and I change in the parking lot in a dark corner while Zack keeps a look out for us. Once we’re ready to head inside, Zach takes the lead, and we head inside. Once we’re past the first guard tower, my nerves turn to excitement as we get closer and closer to Gwen’s dad. Zach opens the last door between my father-in-law and myself.
Mr. Andrews is sitting on his bunk with a book in his hands. He looks up, surprise registering on his face as he takes in our sudden appearance standing before him. Taking his time setting the book down on the cot next to him, I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down. The time hasn’t been good to Mr. Andrews as his hair is graying and there’s harsh lines covering his face.
“What do you want from me?” he asks us, standing up in front of us.
“I don’t want anythin’ from you. I’m here to finish business that should’ve already been taken care of,” I respond, grabbing the sheet from the bag I brought with us.
This isn’t our first rodeo. We bought the sheet on the way here and our bare skin hasn’t touched it. There will be no evidence from us left behind on the sheet. Gwen’s father looks from the sheet to me and back at the sheet again. There isn’t any fear on his face as resignation fills his face and his shoulders slump.
“You know why we’re doin’ this?” Stryker asks him, stepping further into t
he room.
“Yeah. My daughter,” is the only thing he says in response.
“You will never breathe the same air as her again. There will be no second chances or you gettin’ out of here to torture and torment her,” I inform him, wrapping the sheet around his neck before tossing it up over one of the pipes in the ceiling.
Stryker and I pull and tug on the sheet until Andrews is off the ground and there is no way of him getting down or the sheet ripping. Zach, Stryker, and I stay in the cell with him until Zach confirms there isn’t a pulse. It’s pretty anticlimactic if you ask me compared to being able to torture Neil for days on end.
After making sure Zach is taken care of, Stryker and I head out to our bikes. We casually ride back to the clubhouse. Once there, I let Slim know the job is done and head to bed. I need to wash the stench of the prison and Gwen’s father off before I get in bed with my wife. This won’t taint her like they’ve done for so much of her life. After drying off, I climb into bed with her and pull Gwen’s body close to mine. Taking in a deep breath, I inhale her scent before closing my eyes and letting sleep claim me. For the first time in months I’m calm and can rest easy with my woman by my side and our babies resting safely in her stomach.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Gwen
THINGS HAVE BEEN so much better with the club. We can relax and all leave the clubhouse without having to watch over our shoulder because someone’s after us. Or me. Killer and the rest of the men are back to joking around and spending more time with us because there isn’t a threat over us any longer. Everything is going back to normal and I’m happy as hell because it means our girls can be safe and protected without Neil breathing the same air as us.
I’ve been having my appointments with the doctor every other week now. I’m almost eight months pregnant and could honestly go into labor any time now. Killer has been worse than normal about keeping a guy on me and making sure I’m never alone. Rich, Tommy, and Stryker are the main guys with me if I leave the house or clubhouse. They’re also the guys who make my shakes for me whenever I want one. Which I’m craving one right now. Today, I’m going to make my own since I have to be at the clubhouse anyway.
We’re having a cookout just because today; there really is no special reason for us to have an impromptu gathering. In a way we’re celebrating all of the stress and craziness of the last few months being over with. I know Neil is still alive, but he can’t get free from wherever he is. Plus, I got a call from the prison that my sperm donor is no longer alive. He took the cowards way out and hung himself in his cell while he was in solitary. At least that’s the story I got. I’m not sure that’s exactly what happened to him.
I should feel some type of way because I don’t feel anything about the death of my sperm donor. There were no tears shed from his loss or any regret about not seeing him before he died. The only feeling flooding me is immense relief. Kim feels the same way. When we talked about it, she said I shouldn’t feel bad about not being upset over his death. His entire reason for living seemed to be to torture us and ensure we were miserable. Essentially he ruined our lives and now he can’t do that any longer.
So, I pushed it to the back of my mind and haven’t thought about his death since we got notified. Well, after we got done with his lawyer and heard what his will stated. It turns out he had no one else to leave anything to so Kim and I got it all. He didn’t make any other provisions for anyone else to get anything. Tommy is actually helping us out with that. He’s heading to the house to get rid of everything and find a realtor to sell it. Kim doesn’t want it and there’s no way in hell I’ll step foot in the place which holds so many of my nightmares and demons. I’d rather burn it to the ground.
Anything that can be donated, Tommy will take care of. Once that’s done, cleaners will come in and make sure every room is spotless and there’s nothing left of the horrendous acts my father let take place there. He’ll be gone until the realtor has an offer on the house before coming back to us. We’re all hoping it doesn’t take that long to get everything done. He’s also going to sell off the cars and any collections my father had left at the house. Every dime will be put in an account for Kim and I to share. We’ll figure out what to do with it eventually. Right now, my only focus is getting through the next month or so of my pregnancy.
I’ve also discovered my bank account has expanded to the point I’m not sure I want to know where the money has come from. Fox and Killer have assured me the money is mine and I can do what I want with it. For some reason, I have a feeling this money has Neil’s name written all over it. There’s enough that I’ve talked to Killer about what I want to do with it, and there will still be plenty left over for our family.
We’ll be setting up trusts for the girls once I have them. They can use them for college or whatever else they want. There is going to be enough in each trust for their education, first home, and a car for each of them. Any other kids we’re blessed with will have the same thing as well. This also means I won’t have to work if I don’t want to. At this point, I believe I’ll work a few hours a day at the tattoo shop just so I’m out of the house and get some me time. Killer doesn’t have a problem with it. Plus, it gives my sister a few hours to spend with the girls. She was excited to be able to spend time with them.
Walking into the clubhouse, Tommy holds the door for me. He’ll be leaving right after our cookout today. While I don’t want him to go, I’m glad he’s taking this on his shoulders for us. It’s just one more way he’s trying to protect my sister and I.
“Gwen, how are you feeling today?” Sam asks me, pulling a stool out for me to sit in.
“Like I’m as big as a house,” I respond, as Tommy brings me everything I’ll need to make my shake. “What’s left to be done?”
“We only have to get the meat outside for the guys to put on the grills. The salads and desserts are already made. I’ve got rolls and potatoes cooking in here. There’s nothing for you to do except for relax,” Shy lets me know as she wraps an arm around my shoulders.
My back has been killing me today. I’ve been trying to clean but didn’t get much done because of the pain in my back. Killer doesn’t know because I know he’ll lose his shit and make me go to the doctor for no reason. He’s been up my ass since the doctor told me I could go into labor at any point in time now. It’s not uncommon for women with twins or higher to go into labor early. On top of everything I’ve been through over the last few months, hasn’t helped my pregnancy out at all. If Killer could’ve gotten it arranged, I’m sure he’d have me on bed rest from now until I deliver.
“Well, if there’s nothing for me to do, I’ll make my shake and head outside. If Killer doesn’t lay eyes on me soon he’s gonna freak out,” I say, knowing it’s not far from the truth of the situation.
It takes me a few minutes to get my milkshake made the way I want it before I head out of the kitchen and make my way out back. The women won’t let me carry anything out to the men. I swear they’re getting as bad as Killer and Stryker are. I can include Rich and Tommy in that category too. No one lets me do much of anything these days. It’s really grating on my nerves.
Opening the door, I make my way out to one of the lounge chairs and plop my ass down. Killer spots me and makes his way over. Dropping down next to me, he places his hand on my stomach and kisses me like no one’s watching. I get so caught up in our kiss that I almost drop my milkshake. That would be a tragedy!
“How are my girls doin’ today?” Killer asks, rubbing my belly as the girls kick up a storm.
“Okay,” I tell him, pain filling my features as I smile at him.
“You suck at lyin’,” Killer informs me. “Once your done eatin’, we’re goin’ home. I want you in bed restin’.”
“Yes, sir,” I tease him, even adding in a salute.
“If you weren’t so pregnant, you’d be payin’ for that sass later on,” he teases me, a smirk on his sexy face.
“I’m sure we could make s
ome time for that punishment to happen,” I taunt back.
“Not happenin’, Sparrow.”
Killer gets up and pulls a chair over next to me. Grabbing a beer from one of the many coolers, my husband sits back and holds my hand as we watch the kids play in the yard and the men standing around talking in groups while cooking. Soon, the women are bringing out the salads and other food they prepared today while I was still at the house resting and trying to clean.
I get another twinge in my back and can’t hide it from Killer.
“What’s wrong, Gwen?” he questions me, sitting up straight in his chair and looking at me.
“It’s nothing, babe. I’ve been getting twinges in my back on and off all day. I’ll be okay. I’m sure it’s just those Braxton hicks things the doctor was telling us about,” I respond, trying to reassure him there’s nothing wrong with me.
“Are you sure that’s all it is?” he questions me, a worried expression filling his face as Kim and Fox make their way over to me.
“I’m sure that’s all it is,” I tell him, hoping I’m right and it’s nothing more than that.
Killer doesn’t say anything, he simply looks at me. His eyes are narrowed and there’s a scowl on his face as he continues to stare at me.
“Everythin’ okay over here?” Fox asks, looking between the two of us.
“Yeah. Gwen is havin’ pains and says it’s nothin’ to be concerned with,” Killer answers.
Kim and Fox look down at me with worried looks on their faces too. This is not how I wanted to spend the day. The pain isn’t bad; it’s just a twinge here and there. Especially when I’m moving around a lot. They don’t have to worry about me. I explain all of this to them and it does nothing to change the expressions on their faces. Ugh!
“I’m gonna go get you a plate of food. Anythin’ you don’t want?” Killer asks me.