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He quickly tries to rationalize what he's done, trying to smooth over the fact that he took a woman from this world too soon.

"Well, it's lucky for you, you won't have to worry about that for much longer, now will you?" I take a step forward. "And her name was Wendy."

I want Wendy's name to echo in his mind when the pain starts.

"You're not built for this. I know you and your club. You're do-gooders. You’re trying to stay out of jail. You're not the bad-boy type."

"You're right. I've spent a long time trying to stay on the right side of the law." I pull my hands out of my pockets to show the thick brass knuckles that line my hands. I shift my fingers, getting them used to the weight. "Let's hope for your sake I'm not too rusty."

All thoughts of taking it slow fly out of my head in the same instant I rush him. I swing with all my might into his gut and his face. I catch him twice, and Daly stumbles back, blood dripping from his mouth. He doesn't go down though, thankfully. I want him to fight back.

He does exactly what I wish and takes a wayward swing at me. I quickly dodge the blow and come up with a brutal uppercut right under his chin. The hit is so hard pieces of his teeth crack off, and he spits them out of his mouth. I don't give him time toadjust. I swing my fists over and over until he's crumpled down on the floor, moaning and bleeding from various places on his body. I grab hold of his head and tilt it back. "What's her fucking name?" I question. When he doesn't answer right away, I swing my fist into his face again, his already broken nose crunching more.

"We... Wendy," he slurs out.

"Boys, why don't you come and give me a hand?" I stand over Daly while Hook and Torch come up beside us.

In a typical prison yard fashion, we begin whooping Daly's ass. Torch and I use our boots to stomp him while Hook pulls out a long piece of tow chain and starts to beat him with that like a whip.

By the time we're finished, I'm sweating and breathing hard, but I'm smiling through the mask. My cheeks hurt; this felt so good.

Daly isn't dead, but he's barely breathing.

"Enough." I raise my hand and both Hook and Torch back away.

If I had to say so myself, they look a little disappointed they aren't able to finish the job.

As my boys move back, Dutch takes a step forward, a Glock in his hand.

“Can I have the honor?”

I nod. “In the head. Let us be the last thing he sees.”

“With pleasure.” Dutch moves to the side of the shallow-breathing Daly, angles the weapon at the side of his head, and pulls the trigger.

I keep my gaze locked on Daly, my cold eyes boring into his soul as it leaves his body.

Now it’s over.

Finally.

It may not bring back what we lost, but taking this revenge was the first step in healing.

Now it’s time for me to get back home. Back to Luna.

Nineteen

Luna

Two WeeksLater

"Can you believe it, Wendy? He actually thought I wouldn't notice waking up with a big-ass rock on my finger." I toss my head back as I drape a hand on the sunbathed marble sculpture right over my sister's grave.

I've come to see her every day after Brick came home to tell me that Daly was dead and gone. At first, I was still a little upset that I wasn't able to be there, but I didn't need to. It didn't change anything. That part of my life was over. I had to move on. That didn't mean that I would forget about Wendy. As long as I live, I'm going to make sure to keep that promise to her. I would never forget her.

The sun is bright today, and the air has a nice bite to it. Not too cold, just enough to wear a warm sweater, or better yet, just enough to curl up in Brick's arms. I hear movement in the trees, but I know it's just one of the many animals that like to scurryaround back here. It doesn't even cross my mind that there might be danger. While I'm here with Brick and the rest of the BCMC, I know I'm as safe as I'll ever be.

They've given me a chance to grieve and have given me hope for the future. I watch how Bea and Hook are together. Their love is so obvious that I blush every time I walk into the room and they're together. Brick and I may not always be like that in the public eye, but when we're behind closed doors, I'd swear the world stops just so we can be together. He's a part of me I never knew I was missing. He's teaching me to be more understanding, and I'm teaching him that he's not always right. The process of both of us changing is mind-numbing sometimes, but I wouldn't want to go through it with anyone else.

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