Page 49 of Justice

I glance back at Kevin’s and Danny's whimpering forms. Their faces are battered and almost unrecognizable. The girls are watching in horror at the sight these fuckers make.

My dad and Elle’s dad are watching us and giving us the chance to do this on our own.

We have witnessed over the years our fathers exacting revenge on those who have wronged the club or our family.

It’s our turn.

Wilder, Mason's dad, is giving Mason a proud look as we continue our brutal interrogation. He nods in approval, a grim smile on his face. I know he's done this countless times himself, defending the club and our family. Now it's our turn to carry on that legacy.

I turn back to Kevin and Danny, my anger still burning hot. "We're not finished with you yet," I snarl. "Not until we have every last detail about what happened to Elle that night."

I motion to Mason and Reid to cut them down. They fall to the ground in a heap, groaning in pain. We drag them to the center of the room, forcing them to kneel before us.

"The man in the woods," I press, looming over them. "Think harder. Did you notice anything else about him? The way he moved, any identifying marks, anything?"

Kevin shakes his head miserably, snot and tears streaking his face. "No. I swear that's all I saw! It was dark and he stayed hidden behind the trees!"

I backhand him across the face, sending him sprawling. "Useless piece of shit," I mutter.

Danny speaks up, his voice trembling. "Wait, I remember something else. When he was with Elle, I noticed… I noticed a tattoo on his wrist. It looked like some kind of symbol."

My head snaps to him. "What kind of symbol? Describe it.”

He shrugs, wincing. “Some sort of anchor. I caught a small glimpse when he was resting against the tree when I had my phone camera on.”

That’s the same thing that Elle remembers, and I’m done with these fuckers.

I meet my father's steely gaze across the room, seeing the pride and approval in his eyes. He nods almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgement that we're doing what needs to be done to protect our own.

“Let’s get these fuckers out of here. I will take the girls with Derek.” I look at him to make sure he is good with it.

He gives me a grin, because he knows exactly why I want to take Joanne myself.

We have a couple of vans parked at the back of the clubhouse and we have a back door so we don’t have to parade them through the front.

Derek gets behind the wheel and Tiffany and Tianna throw the girls into the back—hard. Mason and Reid take the other van with Danny and Kevin to drop them off.

"We will find out who’s done this. He will make a mistake,” I tell Derek.

My chest is burning, pissed off that we are not close to finding out who this fucker who hurt Elle is.

Derek pulls off on the side of the road at the edge of town, where Mason and Reid drag them out of the back, throwing them on the ground roughly.

I step forward, towering over them. "Listen closely, you pathetic pieces of shit," I snarl. "You're going to leave town tonight. You're going to disappear and never come back. If we ever see your faces again, if you ever breathe a word about what happened, we will hunt you down and finish what we started. Understood?"

They nod frantically, blubbering promises and pleas.

We leave them lying there and drop Debbie off in front of her house, threatening her the exact same thing with the exact same repercussions if she speaks a word of what happened.

Finally, we arrive at Joanne's house, and find the lights are still on. She hesitates to get out of the car. I grab a fistful of her hair and forcefully pull her out.

She stumbles with us and I kick their door in. Her dad is sitting in the living room with his underwear on, a beer in his hand, and all the while his daughter was still missing.

But what’s the most shocking fucking thing is what he’s watching on TV.

I inhale a sharp breath before Derek thunders past me to grab him. On the TV are young girls who look to be around theage of fourteen or fifteen, naked, in a shower, in what looks like his house.

What a fucking sicko.

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