Page 51 of Tech

His eyes soften toward me, and he rasps, "You've had Nina hanging off you for months, brother, and don't stand there and act all innocent when we both know you slept with Brook a few weeks ago, and then disappeared the next morning." My eyes widen, not realizing he knew about that. He nods. "Yeah, women talk, and Kennedy, well, you know our relationship. Other than the old timers, you're the only brother who knows about me and Ken, and she likes to talk to me. Go win your girl back."

I chuckle a little before nodding, and then walk out of the med room with a fire under my ass.

Kennedy is Breaker’s blood cousin, but no one knows because her mother is a crazy bitch, and Ken can’t be bothered to deal with her, not that I blame her.

With determination, I head to my room. I have a soon-to-be-dead fucker to find, which means I now need to go through the bar’s security tapes from that night to see who she went home with.

Twenty-four hours, that’s how long it took me to find out who Brook went home with, and then to find where he’s been hiding since he attacked her.

Marcus, fucking Marcus.

Friend my fucking ass…. I’d bet my left nut that Brook is the one who told Breaker what happened, not Ken. Either way, she didn’t tell me.

Fuck, he cracked her rib; Breaker should had told me the fucking truth yesterday.

I narrow my eyes, looking at the CCTV from the grocery store three towns over. I see a disgruntled-looking Marcus walking out with a bag of groceries, looking left and right. He looks scared, and the fucker should be.

With a grin, I push away from my desk, lock my door, and head to the common room. I look around and notice Momma and Nina looking at wedding magazines, making me shiver in disgust, before my eyes lock with Sniper’s. He furrows his brows, and I nod to the door. He nods back, and moves that way.

“Tech, baby,” Nina calls, but I ignore her and continue my path. I can hear Momma calling for me as I walk out the door, and again, I continue on my path toward my bike.

I climb on my bike, and as Sniper mounts his bike, he asks, “What are we doing, brother?”

I smirk. “We’re off to kill Marcus Jacobs.”

His brows hit his hairline. “Alright, I mean, I’ve always hated the guy in school, but uh, why are we killing him?”

I reply coldly, “He tried to rape Brook four months ago, and beat the shit outta her. She claimed to have fallen down the stairs, but now I know it was bullshit. The fucker has been in hiding since.”

Sniper nods, his eyes blazing with anger, and he asks as he starts his bike, “So how are we doing this? Setting him on fire, slitting his throat, making it look like an accident…?”

I chuckle. “I hear he’s turned into a cokehead lately; his choice of drug—heroin.” Sniper grins, and I start my bike, then state, “As soon as this fucker is dead, you can explain to me why in the fuck you’re wearing a wedding ring.”

Sniper winces, then groans. “Fuck.”

I chuckle as we spin out of the club parking lot, and through the gates, David opening them for us.

Sniper needs to remember I’m named Tech for a fucking reason; I see all. But first, I need to get rid of Marcus.

No one touches my girl.

Two hours later, I’m sitting astride my bike, looking at the dump I found the dick at, his screams still echoing in my ears, his confessions hurting like a bitch.

“Please, please stop, please! I was paid. A woman paid me to rape her, please!” the fucker screams as I dig my knife into his leg, blood pouring out.

Fuck, I may have hit an artery.

Ah well….

Wait, did he say….

I blink. A woman paid him to rape my girl. I know one woman who would do it to get their own way, and the other woman…I fucking pray she’s not that cruel.

Now, if you’d asked me this time last year if my mother was capable, I would have denied it until I was blue in the face. Now, though, after the shit she caused for Tats, I’m not so sure, and I feel shitty for even thinking it.

Fuck, someone paid him to rape my girl, the love of my life.

“Brother?” Sniper questions as I squeeze the handlebars of my bike, looking at the apartment Marcus hid in.

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