Page 48 of Sin

“She was going to leave us.”

“Yeah, Hunter, I know.”

Hunter sighs. “What’s taking so long? You don’t think there’s a complication, do you?”

“Stop.” Ares pinched the bridge of his nose.

His cell phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket to check the message. Glancing at Hunter, he realized his best friend had also gotten the notification. Adira’s father had been found. He now was chained up with that fucking bitch, Lori. Without an outlet to focus on, he thought of different ways both would suffer. Perhaps he’d rip Lori’s tongue out. The cunt didn’t need one to suck a dick. As for her father, he was looking forward to giving the man a royal ass kicking.

Hunter stood up. “Do we stay until she wakes up or do we deal with this?”

Chase laid a hand on his arm. “Go. Even when the surgery is over she’ll be in recovery for a while and probably still knocked out from pain medicine.”

“We’ll stay with her,” Vivi added. “She may not have a superpower, but she’s one of us now.”

“Thank you,” Ares said. “If she’s coherent, please let her know we’re here for her.”

Vivi nodded.

Then he and Hunter left the hospital, ready to hurt the two people who hurt their girl. Their bikes roared through the night, speeding quickly to where Brim had Vincent and Lori strung up. At the club, they dismounted and walked to one of the garages farther from the main clubhouse.

Ghost lifted his chin. “Is she out of surgery?”

“Not yet,” Ares replied. “We decided to take care of these fuckers so we can concentrate on getting her better.”

“Sounds like good plan.” He nodded to the door. “Brim is in there, interrogating them.”

“Thanks, brother.”

He clasped Ghost on the shoulder before he and Hunter entered. Vincent Dobias was strung up by his arms, his weight pulling down on them until they had popped out of the joint. He seemed like he was out cold. Lori had a rag stuffed in her mouth, but her tear-swollen eyes tracked his movements.

“She was screaming like a banshee,” Thorn reported. “Easiest way to shut her up.”

“I had thoughts of cutting her tongue out,” Ares said, watching how his words caused fear to fill Lori’s eyes. That gave him a little satisfaction.

Thorn crossed his arms over his chest. “I like that idea. Don’t need a tongue to service the guys.”

“That’s exactly what I thought!”

He grinned and Thorn returned it.

“Found the father in a motel next town over,” Brim said as he walked from behind the two hanging. “Fucker obviously didn’t know the Death Riders owned this area of Missouri.”

Vincent tried talking to them, but the gag only muffled the words. Ares had no desire to hear the man speak.

“What’re we gonna do with him?” Hunter asked.

“Fucker needs to die,” Ares replied.

“Missing ministers will be noticed by a congregation,” Thorn pointed out.

Brim looked at Ares and Hunter. “Adira is your girl. Her pain is your pain. It will be your decision on what punishment this man deserves.”

Ares hated this man. His blackened soul was pure evil, and the reason Adira now suffered.

“I agree he needs to die.”

“So do I,” Hunter said. “But how is the question.”

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