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Something clicks. “Queenie?!” she gasps.

I smile. “She’s fine. She’s back at the club house with the prospects.”

She frowns. “Hold up. The prospects where there and they still managed to take Star and Maggie?” she asks confused.

Star steps forward. “Erm, we weren’t at the club house. We decided to come and get you to bring you back to the club house. We told the two watching your place that they could go home and as we were about to get out of the truck, we saw them carrying you out unconscious. So, of course, we ran over and tried to attack them.” She shrugs.

“Then what happened?” Nova asks.

“They pulled guns on us and forced us into the truck with you,” Maggie adds.

Nova moves, wrapping her arms around Star and Maggie. “Thank you,” she says softly. Star and Maggie embrace her, hugging her back.

“You okay, Rage?” Hawk asks, grinning.

Rage turns to face him, smiling wide. “Fuck yeah,” he beams as he yanks on the starter rope for the chainsaw.

“Look how happy he is,” Hawk says, pretending to wipe his fake tears away. “It’s just a beautiful moment, you know.” He sniffs.

“Please no! Nooooo!” Dean screams as Rage cuts through his wrist. The sound of a chainsaw cutting through bone isn’t that different to it cutting through wood. Dean’s hand falls to the floor and after Rage turns the chainsaw off, he bends down and picks up Dean’s hand.

“High five.” He laughs, holding up Dean’s hand.

Hawk bends over, laughing. He walks over and slaps a high five on Dean’s hand that Rage is holding. “I swear to god, since he’s been with Dixie, I can’t tell if he’s more terrifying when he smiles and laughs with this shit, or if he was more terrifying before when he never smiled or laughed,” Beast mutters.

Cash shakes his head. “He’s always been a terrifying fucker. It’s just now he knows how to show his love for the real fucked up shit.”

I look over to Ghost who is busy carving through the dick of the guy that was going to rape Star. “Rage ain’t the only terrifying fucker,” I comment.

The brothers look over at Ghost, watching as he opens the guy’s mouth and shove his own cut off dick in his mouth.

“How is that fucker still alive?” Acid asks.

“Because thanks to Dixie, she taught Rage what to do when someone is bleeding out, and how to stem the blood loss. So now any of us can chop, cut and carve, because Rage will stem the blood loss to keep them alive long enough to suffer,” I say, smiling.

“Is that how Dean is still alive after you cut his dick and balls off and shoved them up his ass?” Scar asks, laughing.

“Oh yeah, and now I can sit back, relax, and watch Rage have fun doing his thing.” I smile, taking a swig of my beer.

“Oh, he’s going for the left foot next,” Acid points out.

Ghost walks over, wiping the blood off his hands. “You get your piece before you let Rage loose?” he asks.

I smile. “Oh, yeah.”

Ghost smiles back and nods. Taking a beer out of the cooler, he pauses and clinks his beer with mine.

“There is just one more thing I want to do before he dies,” I state.

“Well, you better do it now before Rage uses the chainsaw to carve through his fucking neck,” Beast points out.

“Good point,” I agree. Placing my beer down, I walk over to Rage. “Rage, enough now. I want to be the one to end it. I want to be the last fucking face he sees before he dies.”

“Oh,” Rage sighs.

“Don’t worry brother, with the way our enemies keep coming, you’ll never be short of someone to cut up,” I remind him.

The corner of his mouth tips up. “Oh yeah,” he says before walking off.

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