Page 58 of Raptor

"He's got this, Rap. Trust him," Bozo says low.

"Leighton, what's the story?" Micah asks, moving toward him.

I watch as Wrath moves around so that he's positioned at Micah's back.

"Nothin' much. Same old shit, different day. I had no idea you were back in Dublin. I thought you were up in Belfast?"

"I am, but I've got something to do. A score to settle, if you will."

Bozo and I edge closer. Cowboy's doing a great job of keeping that fucker occupied.

"Oh? Who's stupid enough to get on your bad side?" Cowboy questions, his tone one of ease, and he's got that big bright smile still on his face. He's keeping up the facade and Micah's falling for it.

"Some stupid bitch who fucked up. She's here today, and she has no idea that today's her unlucky day."

Cowboy's gaze slides toward me and I give him a nod, letting him know we're in position.

"That's where you fucked up, Micah," Cowboy says. The easiness slides from his voice and it takes a harder edge to it. "Mallory is family and you ain't goin' to fuckin' touch her."

Micah laughs. "Yeah? Who's going to stop me? You?"

"That would be me," I snap from his right.

He turns to face me, and I see his eyes widen as he takes us all in. "The fuck are you?"

"Should have done your research," I hiss. "Had you done, you'd have known that Mallory was never the target you should have gone for. She's not someone who's alone and vulnerable." I step forward. "You should never have touched her." I reach behind me, my fingers closing around the hilt of my blade.

It's easy and takes mere seconds. One minute he's watching me, the next, I'm jerking forward. Blade in hand, I thrust the knife into his stomach, close to where he stabbed Mallory months prior. The fucker hisses out a breath, his eyes wide and his jaw slack.

"Take him," I hiss. Right now, I need this cunt to be gone and away from here before Mallory comes out of her appointment.

"We've got this," Wrath assures me as Cowboy and Bozo reach for Micah and drag him toward the van that's parked in the parking lot. "I'll call Maverick. He'll want to be here when we deal with this bastard."

"Thanks, man."

He nods. "Your family's safe now, brother. Once you have them home, you can deal with this asshole."

I grit my teeth. I want to kill the fucker, but I have Mallory and Shay to care for right now. They are my main priority. Once I get them to the clubhouse, I'll let her know that she's safe. Thatwe have Micah. She's not stupid; she knows exactly what I'm going to do to the bastard. Once the fucker's dead, she'll be able to sleep easy.

I hope.

I climboff my bike and walk toward the fire. I have no doubt that it was Pyro who made this huge fucking bonfire. The fucker earned his moniker.

I need this shit done quickly. Once I got back to the clubhouse after Shay's appointment, I told Mallory about us finding Micah. The moment I told her we had him, she broke down. Her tears fucking tear me to pieces and I hate when she cries. She's shed so many fucking tears already.

"Yo, Rap," Py calls out, sitting on a fucking chair drinking a beer. "We've been waitin' on you."

"Had shit to deal with," I reply. "We ready?"

He gets to his feet. "Oh yeah, brother, we're ready. Maverick's here to ensure the body won't be found. The asshole is all yours, brother. Do what you've got to do. We're here to watch."

I chuckle as he retakes his seat, taking a sip of his beer. I glance to my left and see they've stripped Micah down to his pants. His hands are tied together and he's lying on his side. His body is already bruised. My brothers weren't holding back. This fucker's in a world of hurt already.

I pull off my cut and lay it on the empty chair my brothers have waiting for me. Everyone's here, including Maverick and Freddie. Stephen is at the hospital with Jess. She's recovering well from her burns and they reckon she'll be released in a few weeks.

I have spent countless hours contemplating what I will do to this despicable man. Multiple scenarios have played out in my mind—killing him swiftly, making him suffer with Stephen's infamous wood chipper method—but in the end, I know he deserves to pay for what he did to Mallory.

Without hesitation, I stalk toward him with a fierce determination. I’ve been dying for this day to arrive. I waste no time. My hand shoots out and clamps onto his arm, twisting it sharply and causing an audible pop as the joint dislocates from its socket. Satisfaction courses through me as I watch pain flash across his face, but it only fuels my desire for revenge. This is what he did to my woman. This is the pain he caused her.

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