Page 28 of Regret

Chrome steps up first and doesn’t grab any tools to use on this stupid fuck. He lands a few hits to his ribs and I hear the bone crunch beneath his fists. I don’t even feel horrible for the pussy as he screams out in pain because I know he would’ve been so much worse with Miracle if he’d managed to get his hands on her. Chrome steps back and my brother takes his place. Vault grabs the second knife we have on the tray since I’m still holding the first one I picked up. My brother slices his face before stepping back and looking at him.

“How much is my niece’s life worth?” Vault questions him, wanting to know if this pussy will tell him the truth.

“I paid a million for her. I’m not gonna say what they were selling though. I’m sure you can figure it out,” he answers, his voice barely a whisper as I stare him down and have to force myself to remain against the wall next to Slim.

“You motherfucker!” Vault yells out, slashing the knife on his face repeatedly with jerky movements because he’s so enraged and isn’t thinking straight.

Slim nods at Crab and Red so they can pull Vault back before he kills this bitch. My brother puts up a fight and I know he doesn’t want to leave this asshole’s side. He wants to take out all the rage currently flooding his body out on the pussy so no one else can touch him. Miracle is his niece and he’ll keep her safe as much as I will. Finally, they manage to get him away from the fucker as he stomps back over to stand next to Fox who’s still typing away on his laptop.

“Do you have kids?” I question as one guy after another continues to step in front of him and land a few hits before taking their place against the wall again.

“No. I don’t have kids. Who the fuck would want to have kids?” he answers before asking me who would want to have kids. This fucker really has no self-preservation skills at all.

“I want to have as many kids as my wife will give me. We’ve already got three of the best daughters you could ever imagine. They’re lovin’, sweet, athletes, love to read, and so many other things. Every single day I’m a lucky bastard to be in their life and have them share their large heart with me. They make me want to be a better man and make sure no harm comes to them. Every single man standin’ in this room with you either has kids or wants to have them at some point in their life. No one will ever get their hands on our family members because we’re not only loyal to one another, but we protect our own,” I tell him, stepping back up after Dime gets his hits in on the fucker.

“Good for you. It’s all a load of bullshit if you ask me, but you can’t protect your kids. Conrad posting them on that site is proof enough of that,” the stupid fuck taunts me as I smile down at him.

“See, that’s the difference between the two of us. You’re nothin’ more than a pussy who only gives a fuck about yourself. I am a man who values the lives of every man, woman, and child in my life. My dad taught me that when he was raisin’ my brother and me. Every single older member of this club helped raise us and have the same values as I do. You have no morals or values if it doesn’t mean you’ll come out on top. Again, that makes you a pussy and not a man,” I state, looking around the room at every member of the Phantom Bastards down here with me.

Without another word, I go back to slicing up this stupid fuck’s skin. His chest is already showing a myriad of bruising and blood from the cuts I’ve already sliced into his body. I continue working in silence because anything else we need to know will come from his phone and email.

“End him when you want,” my brother tells me as if he’s reading my mind.

With a nod of my head, I continue to work this bitch over. When I’m done slicing as many cuts as possible into his flesh, I grab the lemon and slice it in half. Taking one half in each hand, I squeeze to get the juice flowing before I start rubbing it into his skin.

“Ah! Stop!” he screams louder than I’ve heard him be so far.

“Not gonna happen. I’m gonna make you feel every bit of pain I can before I end your miserable life,” I promise him, continuing to spread the lemon over his skin in the cuts.

When I’m done doing that, I grab the salt and pour some out in my hand. I rub it on top of the lemon that I’ve already covered his upper body with.

“Got any last words for us?” I ask him, not wanting to deal with this pussy any longer.

“You’re not gonna beat him,” he says with a smirk on his face.

“We already are,” I state as I grab the gun Chrome holds out for me and press the trigger one time.

The bullet goes through the fucker’s head and he slumps against the chains holding him in place. Vault takes the gun from my hand and tells me to go clean up. They’ll deal with the clean-up and Fox will keep looking to see what he can find. My brother and Slim tell me to go spend my time with the girls and to keep this shit to myself so Savannah isn’t thinking of this on top of everything else she’s got going through her mind already. With a nod of my head, I step out of the cell and head for the shower so I can quickly wash my hair and body. When I’m done and the water is running clear, I get out and dry off. Grabbing a fresh pair of clothes I keep down here with the rest of the guys, I dress in clean clothes before leaving mine in a pile to be burned with everyone else’s. When I’m ready, I grab my cut last and make my way back up to the common room. Savannah isn’t anywhere to be found, but the girls are still working on their school work. For now, I’ll stay with them until I can see Savannah. It will give me the time I need to figure out what to tell her.

Chapter Twenty

Savannah

AFTER ZACH TOLD me what happened when he was installing a security system for a new client, I couldn’t remain in the clubhouse with everyone. Court, Killer, and Playboy assured me they would stay with the girls and not let anyone close to them and they’d let Zach know where I was the second he was done in the basement. After letting the girls know I was heading home for a nap, I left the clubhouse with my head full of so many thoughts that I couldn’t even begin to process anything swirling through my mind. The only thing I knew was that some sick fuck bought my baby sister and he lives in the same town as us. He was prepared to go to her school in order to take her from us because he paid for her. Those are the worst kind of assholes because they view the fact that they have money as meaning they can do anything they please without the fear of any consequences. This man certainly did. I hope the guys make him scream out in pain before killing him.

Part of me feels horrible that I’m leaving my sisters in the clubhouse and I’m not there with them. They’re surrounded by our family and the men won’t let anyone get close to them. If they were alone or with only the ol’ ladies, I wouldn’t be leaving them alone. Not because I don’t trust the ol’ ladies of the club. I trust them with my life and know they’d be just as protective as the men of the club. My only fear is that all the kids are here and their attention would be diverted between my sisters and the rest of the kids who Conrad isn’t after. With the guys there, the ol’ ladies can protect the rest of the kids and Annabell while the guys protect my sisters. Conrad would be stupid as fuck to try and walk in the door of the clubhouse though. Most of the guys will kill him on sight and not worry about turning him over to the authorities like they plan on doing now.

Letting myself in the house, I rearm the security system like Zach showed me how to do. He made us all know how to use the security system of our home so we can all use the features to protect ourselves. After making sure it’s on again, I kick off my sneakers and make my way to the couch. I’m so exhausted, I don’t even have the energy to make it to the bedroom upstairs so I can climb in bed and sink into the best mattress I’ve ever slept on. The couch is so comfortable and it’s calling my name right now. Grabbing the blanket on the back, I cover myself before picking up the remote and turning on the TV. The volume is already down low from the last time I was watching something when everyone else was asleep. Choosing some random show, I sink back into the couch and let my eyes slide closed.

I dream of Zach and the girls as sleep claims me. My dreams soon turn to ones of the baby I carry. A baby I still have to tell Zach about because he has no clue I’m pregnant, but he knows something is going on. I’ve been acting weird around him and he’s not a stupid man. My hope has been that he thinks it’s because of the situation with Conrad, but Zach will know it’s not that. I have to tell him and I will. There just hasn’t been the right time to have that conversation with him. Then we have to sit down with the girls so we can tell them about the baby and figure out how they feel about our family expanding. These thoughts disturb my sleep and make it almost impossible to get into that deep sleep I need. Though, I’d rather dream about those I love instead of the nightmares about Conrad taking the girls and me.

Waking up, I know something jolted me out of the nap I was taking. With my head still cloudy from sleep, I try to figure out what’s going on. I don’t hear anything in the house as I look around the living room. The only thing I know for sure is that I’m no longer alone in the house. Getting off the couch, something deep in my gut is telling me not to call out for Zach or the girls. I slowly walk through the house, completely awake now as I try to get to the kitchen so I can grab a knife or something to use as a weapon. Before I can make it, my head is yanked back by my hair at an odd angle.

“Did you miss me, sweetheart?” Conrad’s voice wraps me in a coat of fear as he turns me to face him.

He looks like shit. Conrad’s clothing is wrinkled when I’ve never seen him in clothes that are anything less than perfection. His hair is longer and a mess as if he’s been driving his fingers through the strands repeatedly. Conrad’s got a beard growing that’s as unkempt as his hair. It hangs in greasy strands as he glares at me with his cold, lifeless eyes. This is who he truly is and there’s no way in hell I’m going to let him take me without a fight.

“No, Conrad, I haven’t missed you at all. If I’ve thought about you at all, it was with hopes that you’d die and rot in hell where you belong,” I taunt him, knowing this is probably the dumbest thing I could do right now.

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