Page 48 of Festive

Amber slumps back into the chair, letting out a puff of air like she knows the gig is up. “Kill him? I don’t know… no… I just wanted him to suffer.”

I furrow my brows, moving to step forward, but Rebel stops me. “Why? Because he didn’t give you the attention you wanted?”

“Because I dideverythingfor him. I brought his damn kids back from New Orleans, and what did I get?Kicked out of the damn clubhouse. No thank you, no prais—”

“You’re the reason my kids were in New Orleans in the first place,” I snap, the nerve-grating aggression running through me.

If only I had the energy.

Amber jerks her head back like she is shocked at my outburst. “What? Kenna talked?”

“Oh, you really think we don’t have cameras outside the clubhouse? And howthe helldid you get my girls to keep quiet about you sneaking them in there?”

Amber snorts out a laugh. “I promised if they went in there, stayed quiet, and told no one… that Snow White would reveal herself to them…” She shrugs with that stupid smirk on her face. “And cheeseburgers. Naïve little twits.”

Anger flares inside me, so fucking intense, but it’s Rebel who slams her fist straight into Amber’s face, a loud crack resounding through the room as blood spurts from her nose.

I race forward, grabbing Rebel, rubbing up and down her arms to try and calm her down. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself in the process of this… we have plenty of things you can hit her with other than your fists. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Rebel turns to face me, her breathing coming fast and hard while she nods. “Yeah, I know,” she drones, shaking out her already bruising knuckles. “But damn, that was cathartic.”

Smirking, I lead her over to the cabinet and pull it open for her to see an array of torture tools. Her eyes widen in awe, and I exhale. “Okay, you got that out of your system. So please refrain from hurting yourself from here on out, or I’ll drag your ass out of here so damn fast.Do you hear me?”

She frowns but nods. “I hear you.”

A slow smile crosses her face as she turns back to the cabinet, a gleam of delight crossing her features as she picks up a blade, holding it to the light. A shimmer glistens across the room as she turns it from side to side, assessing the craftsmanship of the blade. “Yes, I think this will do nicely. Oh, and Six? Have Nessie bring me a cheeseburger.”

“That’s a good choice, baby,” I tell her in regard to the knife, nodding to Chains, who silently steps out. How she can be hungry at a time like this, I don’t know, but I like my balls where they are, so I won’t be questioning it.

We walk back to Amber, who’s intense eyes fall on Rebel, her head shaking dramatically from side to side. “The fuck do you think you’re gonna do with that?”

“It’s a knife, Amber. You tend to cut things with it,” Rebel mocks, approaching her.

Wraith and Zero stand guard on either side. Even though she is strapped in, I need my guys there just in case.

With admiration, I stand back, watching my woman get to work. I must admit, seeing Rebel come into herself like this while heavily pregnant is something else.

Who knew it would be such a turn-on?

There’s definitely something wrong with me.

I smirk as Rebel approaches Amber, edging the blade toward her chest. “You tore my heart out multiple times. You had no regard for my family, and you used us like puppets. You’re a sick, horrible, twisted person, Amber.”

She snorts out a laugh. “I just want to be needed, that’s all. Andyouneededme.Those kids love me, and I knew with time, Six would too.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes, but what I find laughable, Rebel finds infuriating, her body tensing and her hand shaking. The glint of the blade reflects off the low light, drawing Amber’s gaze. Amber goes to say something, but the creak of the door opening grabs all our attention.

Chains walks in with a cheeseburger on aplate, the smell mixing with the mildew and dust, causing my nose to curl in revulsion.

“Ooh. Right on time!” Rebel’s smile is contagious as she takes the plate, bringing the cheeseburger to her nose and inhaling dramatically. The movement has me cocking my head, wondering what the hell my woman is up to.I don’t think she ordered the food because she’s hungry.

Chains steps in, taking Zero’s spot, no one daring to speak as we take in the scene unfolding. We’ve all learned never to question a pregnant woman, especially if food is involved.

Rebel starts to hum something vaguely familiar as she usesthe knife to cut through the burger. Then she makes a dramatic show of taking a small piece, resuming her humming as she chews. “This is fucking delicious. You must be hungry, Amber. They probably haven’t been feeding you well. Here… take a bite.”

Amber immediately pulls back, not trusting Rebel, and probably for good reason, but that doesn’t deter my woman’s focus. We all watch as she steps closer to Amber, gesturing for her to open up. When Amber seals her mouth shut and clenches her jaw, Rebel slams the knife into Amber’s thigh, forcing her to open with a blood-curdling scream. Rebel wastes no time, shoving a large chunk into Amber’s mouth. “Better chew good. Don’t want you choking now.”

I catch the wide expressions of the guys, seeing them match my own.

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