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I jump in the truck, happy that the keys are already in the ignition. No fucker is stupid enough to steal from us. I drive around to the warehouse and walk in, seeing Tiny sat by the door, flicking through a magazine. He looks up as I enter.

“Give me five minutes,” I tell him as I walk over to Eugene, who is cuffed to a pipe while sat on the ground. His back is resting against the wall with a thin blanket over him and a bucket and bottle of water next to him. His skin is pale and covered in a damp sweat, and his now one and only eye comes to me. Dixie had wrapped a bandage around the now empty socket.

“What do you want? Came to finish the job?” he hisses, sounding like each word he speaks is more painful than the next.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Like fuck am I making it that easy on you. I just came by to make sure you’re suffering. Wedon’t want you having it too good. I don’t want you to think we are having second thoughts and are being kind,” I spit out.

He smirks. “She got you good, didn’t she? What did she do? Let you fuck her or suck you off?”

Anger surges through me at his malice towards Elsie, and before I can control myself, my boot connects with the side of his face. He groans as his head whips to the side.

“Fuck!” he cries out.

“You need to watch what you say, old man. I have the power to make your life worse than what it is now, and believe me, I can think of many different ways to make you suffer, to make you beg me to end your pathetic existence,” I growl.

He lets out a strangled laugh. “I know what a whore my daughter is. I used to watch as she would just lay it out for Layton, she barely put up a fight. Did she really think her quiet sobs and her quietly pleading for him to stop would actually make him stop?” He coughs, his chest wheezing. He rubs his jaw with his free hand before looking back up at me again. “She had no idea. Fuck, I had watched him choke a girl to death once while he was fucking her. He was gentle to her. She is pathetic and I should have dealt with her long ago,” he sneers, goading me, trying to make me snap so I end his fucking life. Mother fucker.

I lean down, my face inches from his. “I know what you’re trying to do, old man. I ain’t about to fall for your bullshit,” I sneer.

“It ain’t bullshit.” He smirks.

My hands grip so tight into fists I’m surprised my fingers haven’t broken. I slowly stand, my eyes staying pinned to him. It’s taking everything in me not to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze the fucking life out of him. He smiles knowingly.

I lift my heavy booted foot and slam it down on his left shoulder, the arm that is cuffed to the pipes. A loud crack echoesaround the warehouse, followed by his ear piercing screams. I smile as I look at how his shoulder now hangs at an unnatural angle. He squirms in agony as I hear Tiny come running over.

“Holy shit,” he mutters.

“Leave him. When his fingers start going blue, call Dixie. Don’t give him any pain relief, either,” I state. Patting Tiny’s shoulder I turn and leave, a wide shit eating grin taking over my face as I hear Eugene’s pathetic pleading cries behind me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

ELSIE

“Will you be back soon?”I ask Scar as he swings his leg over his bike. Each of the women are doing the same, talking with their men.

“I’ve told you Angel, we will be back by Friday. Just stay out of trouble. Star and the ol’ ladies have a habit of getting into shit.” He winks as he pulls me to him, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Now give me those lips,” he demands.

I don’t refuse him as I press my mouth to his, letting him take what he needs. I whimper when he nips my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Be safe, love you Angel,” he breathes across my lips before he gives me one last soft kiss.

I step back. “Love you,” I whisper softly.

His smile deepens, giving me a wink as he backs out his bike. The sound of all their bikes rumbling together as they ride off and out of the compound is like rolling thunder.

“Do not even think about arranging a night out,” Maggie warns Star straight away, pointing a finger at her.

Star shakes her head no, not saying anything before she walks inside. We all give each other a confused and worrying look. I’ve been told a few things about what happens when Staris let loose to plan a girls’ night. Somehow it always ends up in disaster, yet they all still seem to have a great time. I don’t know Star well like the others, but she is definitely not herself.

“Is she okay?” I ask Belle as she stands next to me.

Her gaze comes to mine and she shakes her head back and forth. “I don’t know what’s going on, but she hasn’t been herself for a few days now,” she sighs.

We walk over to the other ol’ ladies, and Rhea still shifts nervously next to me. Part of me wants to assure her, talk it out with her, but the larger part of me doesn’t want to face that or talk about it. I don’t think I can stomach hearing about her with Scar. Hell, I know everyone has a past, it’s just that usually you don’t have to see it every day.

“Okay, we need to sit her down and get to the bottom of it,” Maggie sighs. “I have never seen her like this. She’s not even excited for the party on Friday, and she didn’t even give Ghost shit about having the Bunnies here.”

“I didn’t want to say anything, but a friend of mine saw her in the hospital with Ghost,” Dixie adds. That gets all our attention. Dixie shifts on her feet. “I shouldn’t say anything because it could get my friend into trouble or even tired,” she sighs.

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