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She leaves the room and I kiss the back of Lani’s hand. “I’m going to hire a chef to make sure she’s getting the best of the best,” I tell Vinny.

“Shit, make her cook for us and the girls too. Have her full-time. That would help Lynn out a lot with taking care of Michaela.”

“I’m going to step out and tell Techy the news and make some calls.” I step out of the room and lean against the door. I put my hand over my heart. I can’t lose either of them.

I set out and greet the guys and old ladies. “She and the baby are fine, but she has to stay in bed and relax.”

Everyone leans back in their seats, relaxing at the news, Kyle stands up and pulls me aside. “We have the fucker who shot her.”

I grin for the first time since all of this shit happened. “Rest and spend time with your woman. He will be waiting for you whenever you’re ready for him.” Kyle smacks my shoulder.

I can’t fucking wait.

Trey

One Week Later

Vinny and I walk down to the basement. Torch, Techy and Butcher are already inside waiting on us.

This fucker has not had a fun time while we’ve been staying home with Lani making sure she’s okay.

He has pretty much been starved and has gotten his ass beat every day, but not bad enough that he isn’t coherent and not aware of what the fuck is going to happen to him.

The other guys tell me this fucker didn’t just shoot at Lani but at the other old ladies also.

That’s why the guys had a piece of him first, but now he’s completely ours. I push a button on the wall and lift him off of the ground. Vinny pushes a chair under him and I drop him down.

He wakes up and looks at me, his eyes widening. “Recognize me? You shot my ole lady. You know what the fuck is happening here.”

His head falls and Vinny grips him by his hair, snapping his head back. “Open his mouth, Vinny.”

Vinny pries his mouth open. “You won’t be needing these where you’re going.” I reach over to the small table that Butcher rolls over for me.

Butcher is always first in line when it comes to fucking someone up. I thought for years that he didn’t have any feelings until Shaylin came into the picture.

He just doesn’t have a fucking heart unless you have his heart.

I grab the pliers and grip his front tooth. He tries to close his mouth. “Ah ah ah, better not do that!” I smack his face and Vinny laughs, then winks at me. Someone is thinking about how he sucked my dick this morning.

“Vinny, this is not the time to be thinking about something else smacking your face,” I tease him, and he laughs even louder.

We are completely fucked in the head.

I grip the tooth and twist, pulling it out of his mouth, slowly working it out. His shaking, arms rattle the chains above his head.

I’m sure the feeling in his arms is gone. They’ve been hanging above his head for days and they’ve turned black from the lack of blood flow.

One by one I pull every single tooth out of his mouth. “Well darn, looks like I’m all out. I think I’ll work on this nail next.” I hand the pliers to Vinny, who takes over.

“Damn, fucker, did you ever trim your nails?” Vinny looks disgusted. “You definitely haven’t fingered no pussy with those nails. Too bad you won’t get to again.” He grips his nails and pulls.

“Well damn, I think I have a better idea.” He grabs a file and pushes it under his nails, then lifts, tearing it off.

“That’s better.”

I feel myself getting hard, seeing Vinny being such a fucking badass. I want to push him against the fucking wall and show him he’s mine.

But right now we have a fucker to torture.

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