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“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I counter.

For someone who has no way of ever getting free, he’s a smug motherfucker.

“Well sure. You know I’d come back for the bitch. She’s been mine for years. So, you better make sure I’m dead at the end of this,”

His bravado is impressive, but that’s all it is. I can see the weariness in his eyes, and if he was trying to goad me into reacting, he’s done a good job of it. I ball up my fist, landing a punch to his gut. He makes a whooshing sound before a grunt of pain escapes. Hopefully, I’d broken a rib or two.

“She’s never been yours, even when you were married. Did she tell you she thought of me every time you touched her?” I goaded.

“Come on, just get it over with, I know you’re dying to.”

I chuckle. “For you, there’ll be no quick end.” I go to the metal table that holds all the torture tools. But instead of choosing any of them, I pick up the long piece of chain laid out on the metal table.

His face swollen from the beating he received from Ky; I can tell he’s shocked that I’d chosen that weapon to use. He’d already left the club when I made my first kill all those years ago, and he never knew why my road name was Chains. But he’s about to find out.

Then he suddenly changes tack.

“If you think once I’m dead, that bitch will be safe, you’re deluding yourself. Plus, you’ll have the whole Dallas PD on your doorstep.” Even though he’s about to meet his maker, he’s still a smug sonofabitch.

I narrow my eyes at him. What does he mean Zoe won’t be safe even if he dies? I can’t think about that now. I need to be in the present, whatever comes in the future, we’ll deal with it together. I cover my feelings of confusion with a chuckle.

“No one is going to come looking for you. Kon Sokolov made sure of it.”

“Kon Sokolov, the leader of the Bratva? What the fuck does he have to do with any of this?” Caleb asks, and I can hear the fear in his voice.

“You brought Kon into this by killing Zoe’s mother and sending that video of Max to him. Oh, and just a heads up, Kon and my Prez here, Kick, are brothers by birth.” I reply, unable to keep the smug sound out of my voice. Kon has most of the Dallas PD in his pocket, but of course, to cover his own corrupt dealings, Caleb had gone all out in trying to find anything he could use to bring Kon down and make a name for himself with the Dallas PD. Because of what this asshole had done, setting me up for Zoe’s assault, for which I spent months in jail. Now he’s about to pay the price. For Zoe, and for me.

Wrapping the chain around my fist, I swung with all my strength, wrapping it around his weakened legs, when they metal made contact, he screamed in agony. But all I felt was satisfaction at the ripping of skin and breaking of bones. A few more hits with the chain, and he was falling in and out of consciousness.

My brothers stood by me, watching on impassively. None of them wanting to get involved. This was my fight, and they knew it. When he couldn’t move any longer and hung there limply, I decided it was time to end this. Lowering him down, I wrap the chain around his neck and squeeze.

“You don’t factor in my woman’s life or heart. You never did. You are nothing, and she will remember you that way. As nothing.” I growl in his face as I squeeze the chain harder. He jerks a few times and finally stops moving.

Unwrapping the chain, I drop it to the ground, breathing heavily through my flaring nostrils.

“You okay, brother?” Kick asks me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Never better.” I reply. Finally, my woman will breathe easier with this filth taken out.

“I’ll get a few prospects to take him out back of the clubhouse and get rid of him,” he tells me, and I nod my head in silent thanks before turning on my heel and leaving the room.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Zoe

I sat at the bar having my second cup of coffee after the men had all left for Church. The ol’ ladies and I had made an egg and bacon breakfast for us and the men, leaving it in the oven to keep warm for when they returned.

They’d been in their meeting room for less than half an hour when most of them filed out, but the officers of the DCMC stayed inside.

“Seems like the trash is about to be taken out.” Lexie says without an ounce of remorse in her voice or on her face. When the rest of the men left the room, Chains included, though he refused to look at me as he passes, his eyes laser focused in front of him—and detoured to what I knew was the basement. I finally realized what they were planning to do.

A feeling like a heavy stone settles in my stomach. Not for the man that was down there awaiting his fate, but for Chains, who was about to deliver that fate. I’m aware this won’t be his first kill, but Caleb was his best friend at one time. It was bound to make him feel a certain way.

Spider walks towards us, wrapping an arm over my shoulder. “We’re having a party tonight,” he announces, his hazel eyes directed at Ella as he spoke and I can see the excitement on the faces of the other women. We were finally going to relax.

“What’s the occasion?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Ky’s become the new Treasurer.” Spider replies, the pride unmistakable in his voice when he speaks of his big brother.

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