Page 56 of Asher

But a few things were running on a loop in my head.

It took some motherfucker trying to rape her before I got her in my bed.

I was going to send him a thank you card in hell.

Because you can bet your fucking ass that I will be sending that motherfucker to hell in a few short hours.

Damn, but she looked good in my bed.

Her tanned skin against my white sheets. Her dark hair fanned out over my pillow.

A soft knock came at the door.

I stood up, stretched, and headed to it.

When I opened it, it was to see Trigger with a grin on his face. “Found him.”

Stella moved around Trigger and said, “I’m staying with Chloe.”

I kissed her cheek, then moved to the side and watched as my daughter carefully climbed into my bed and got beside Chloe.

It didn’t hit me then that Stella never said a word about how I was with Chloe.

And it wouldn’t hit me until a week later.

I looked at Trigger and nodded, “Let’s go.”

Forty-five minutes later, we found him.

Right where Charlie said he would be.

And with my brothers at my back, I kicked the piece of shit’s door open and grinned when I saw the damage my Doll Baby had done to his face.

Coal and Rome rushed him and had him pinned.

But it was Rome who was fixated on something on the man’s pec.

And then he said, “Well, look what we have here.”

I looked at it and couldn’t help but smile. Huge.

“Well. Well. Well. It would seem we finally found you, you piece of shit.”

There on the man’s pec was none other than a pair of shackles with fire behind it and the words Verity Runners MC. But I knew he was who we had been looking for, that fucking five-point crown that was resting atop one of the flames.

His trademark.

I kept my promise to Chloe’s father.

He didn’t stay breathing when the sun came up.

He also had been beaten by every brother.

And for the pièce de resistance, the man had received cuts into his body for all the kids we found out about over the past couple of years he had trafficked.

Since he didn’t deserve a fast death, not for this piece of shit, I did the only thing that felt right.

I pulled my knife from the middle of my back, placed my black-gloved hand over his forehead, held the bastard in place, and then I ran my knife over his throat.

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