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My brothers go straight for the gang members but I’m going straight to Elliot with my dad at my back and Brian who will get his piece.

Elliot looks at me like he is already dead inside. The life has gone out of him, the blood loss getting to him, but he will perk up when I get started on doing what I planned to do.

“Oh, what to do.” I tap my hand on my chin, circling him. “You were going to allow them to rape my woman?” I ask him, and he doesn’t react, giving me the answer I need. “You sent young girls to a hell that will forever alter their lives. You ruined them and now, I’m going to ruin you.” I jerk his head back, grabbing him by his hair, and he hisses in pain.

“I haven’t played hockey in a good couple of weeks.” My dad has a grin on his face and we untie Elliot, dragging him across the room to tie him up by his uninjured arm, his legs spread out in a V.

I grab a hockey stick and a puck that I stored down here in case I needed them—and it looks like I need them now.

I set the puck on the ground and smack my stick a few times to get the feel of it in my hands again, but the feeling is as easy as moving a limb.

“Please, don’t do this.”

I smack my stick across the ground, sending the puck flying at high speeds across the floor and straight in the center of his legs to his dick.

The scream he lets out is much louder than when I cut off his hand. “Holy shit, I know that hurt.” Christopher winces.

Over and over, I send the puck down the floor toward his dick and he finally manages to pass out. “His jewels are smoked.” Christopher cups his dick and I bust out laughing—he looks horrified.

“Want to try?” I ask, and he takes the hockey stick, sending the puck down the floor, and hits Elliot on the bottom of his foot.

One by one everyone manages to take turns until he has been hit an ungodly number of times until his body is starting to turn different colors.

Hours have passed at this point and I’m dying to get home to my daughter and my woman. I want to hold them and thank God they are safe.

Elliot didn’t succeed in hurting Olivia or taking her but if something happened to her again, I would burn down the world at the unfairness. This girl has been through so much already.

I take the bone saw and let Elliot’s body flop onto the floor. He doesn’t move and I don’t care if he is awake to witness this.

I drag the saw across his neck just as his eyes fly open, and he stares at me, right into my fucking soul.

I get a sick satisfaction that I won, that I got the girl and he is going to hell, where he deserves.

The room is silent, so I turn around to find all of the gang members are now also dead. “We’ve got some work to do, brothers, but let’s go home until we get the information we need,” Lane tells all of us, before opening the door for us to leave.

12

OLIVIA

I get clothes for all of the girls that are still here. Elle is here with Tiffany, but Tiana seems to be missing, so I sent her a text inviting her over. I feel like she has been kidnapped by the guy she met at the bar, but I don’t know if I can even call it that.

The girls are all lying on the couch, watching TV and exhausted. I feel numb because it feels like it’s my fault that this happened at the club.

Bell is here still, babying all of us and tucking us in with my hoard of blankets that I like to collect.

Madeline is fast asleep in her bassinet in our room with the baby monitor on, so we can hear her if she wakes up.

Trixie is out for the count with her head lying on the arm of the couch. There is a knock at the front door, and I unlock it to let in Leah. “When did you get home?” I ask her as she hugs me tight.

“Earlier, and I heard there was trouble.” I wince at that, not liking that this is all happening because of me, even though realistically it’s not my fault, but that doesn’t stop the feelings of guilt from surfacing.

Tiffany runs over and hugs her tight next. “I missed you! How long will you be home?” she asks, and Leah grins back at her. “I’m done. I’m tired of living on the road, and I want to be home with my family.”

Tiffany squeals with happiness and I grin at the happy moment. I move to the couch and plop down next to Elle. “You okay?” she asks me, hugging me loosely.

I nod. “I do feel guilty, because it’s like I dragged you all into this.”

Trixie rises from the dead, literally sitting up like out of a horror movie to glare at me, and I try not to laugh at how ridiculous her hair looks with it smushed to one side.

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