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Regardless, what’s done is done. There’s no changing it.

While everyone talks, I allow myself to think more about Sabotage and what’s going on between the two of us. As much as I want to believe him. Believe what he says, I’m struggling with this because what happens when he tells me we’re through and tosses me to the side? What would I do then?

What happened between us, I was able to live with it, but if we keep it up and start over, it’ll change everything.

That scares me more than what happened over the past several days because I know the truth. Unlike the others who hurt me, Sabotage has the power to break me in ways I’ll never come back from.

CHAPTER SEVEN

SABOTAGE

I didn’t like leaving Ryann alone. Technically, she wasn’t alone, but I only just got her back here. We had yet to finish working things out between us. She’s been through hell, and I need her to talk to me about it. Sure, she talked to us and told us what happened, more or less, who took her this time and what happened.

However, there’s more to know. I feel it in my gut.

Ryann is one hell of a woman and refuses to let anyone beat her down. She might have been scared out of her mind when we rescued her alongside the other girls when we went after Fawn, but she didn’t let that bastard break her. My woman’s got her demons, but we all do.

Fuck, I still struggle with the betrayal of Fawn’s mother. I shake the thought off, there’s no point in going there. The bitch is dead, and there’s no coming back from that. Just as her sick and twisted sister is. The both of them will never be able to see Fawn again.

Walking next to Ryann’s brother, the two of us make our way to the back of the club property, where we have a storage building set up for days like this. The front of the storage building is set up like usual with boxes full of shit like Christmas trees and Halloween decorations the club has, thanks to Sabrina and now the other ol’ ladies. But that’s just the front.

Behind all that shit, unlocking the door leading down below, that’s where Viking had the prospects guide Risk’s men with Roy.

“Nice digs,” Warrant grumbles, following me down the stairs.

“Yeah, Hydra, Rock, Scorpion, and I designed the setup years ago after I first joined the club and got my patch,” I tell him. I prospected with the club just after Hydra started it.

Rock had been right there with Hydra and Scorpion, starting the club together. They’re all a few years older than me, but the first chance I could, I started prospecting. I didn’t need anyone else but them, especially after the bullshit Cathay put me through.

“You ready for this?” Rock asks, watching me closely when I reach the last step.

“Yeah.” I nod and look at Grimm standing in front of a man strapped to a chair. Arms strapped to either side of the arms of the chair. “This the fucker who took Ryann?”

“Yeah, his name’s Roy Washington,” Risk answers.

“He’s the dumbass who never learned his lesson years ago when I beat the fuck out of him and warned him to stay the fuck away from my sister,” Warrant adds.

“You all had best let me go before you all end up regretting it,” Roy shouts, fighting against the restraints.

“Why would we let you go?” I ask, seemingly unbothered by him. What I wanted to do was beat the shit out of him, but I wasn’t gonna do that just yet. From the looks of him, he’s already taken one beating.

“Because I’m not someone you want to cross. Fuck with me, and you’ll piss off a lot of powerful people.” Roy’s busted lip tips up at the side as he smirks.

“If that’s so, then why didn’t they stop Warrant and Risk’s club from snatching you up?” I glance over to Grimm after I ask Roy this and give him a chin lift. He’d know exactly what I want.

Grimm twists to the table behind him, grabs a sledgehammer, and hands it over—my favorite tool for moments like this.

I twirl the sledgehammer in my hands, looking at it, then meet the bastard’s eyes, seeing the apprehension filling them. “I see you’re getting it. I don’t give a fuck what power you think you have behind you,” I tell him, bringing the hammer down on his hand, shattering the bones, relishing his screams. I take a step back and lift the sledgehammer to rest it on my shoulder. “Like I said, I don’t give a fuck about what you think you have. What I do, however, care about is the fact you took my woman.”

“She’s not yours,” Roy grits out. “She’s mine. I shouldn’t have let her go when I did,” he screams the last words as I bring the hammer down on his other hand. “You bastard.”

“I had a momma that was married to my pops,” I remark. “I had folks, whereas you didn’t.” I’m not sure if this is true or not, and don’t really give a fuck because no parent in their right mind would raise a kid to be insane like this bastard is. “Let me guess, Mommy was a whore who spread her legs for just about anyone and didn’t know who the fuck your old man was.”

Behind me Warrant and Risk both snort, which is answer enough for me.

“You know what, I don’t wanna know,” I say and bring the hammer down on Roy’s thighs. “What I wanna know is why you thought you could take my woman and how the fuck you found her?”

“Fuck you,” Roy spits. “I’m not telling you shit.”

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