Page 62 of Out for Blood

I turned to see Hawk getting off his bike.

“Always behind you, brother,” he said.

I didn’t respond, but I appreciated the backup. We moved to the door and I kicked up at the lock, the door bursting in, shattering apart. I looked around the house, photos on the wall of happier times when they were married. I pulled my gun out of my holster and shot at the large family portrait, right between his eyes. Moving up the stairs, I looked around the houseSheridan had endured all her pain in. The first room on the left was the girls’ room. Twin double beds sat in the middle of the room with two desks on the wall filled with schoolwork, cork boards on the wall filled with photos and notes from friends. If you didn’t know what had happened with their dad, you’d think they’d had a good childhood, filled with friends and fun.

“They only got one room?” Hawk asked me. “This place has to have a few rooms to spare, surely.”

“Sheridan told me they stayed together because they didn’t want anything bad to happen if they were alone.”

“Fucking prick,” Hawk said under his breath. “I’m going to enjoy watching the light disappear from his eyes.”

“You and me both.”

I moved out of the room, leaving it the way I found it, and to the next room. It was a spare room with very little detail in it. I continued down the hall to the room with double doors and opened it. Photos of Sheridan and Neal were on the chest of drawers to the side. A large King sized bed with a large headboard sat in the middle of the room, twin bedside tables next to each side of the bed. This is where she slept…with him.

It was so over the top that I knew she was never happy here. I could barely contain my anger when I took my gun out and shot into the pillows, watching as the feathers inside erupted into the air from the pressure. I moved over to the chest of drawers and swiped my arm across the photo frames, jewelry and shit that was dumped there. The sound of crashing frames and crap was music to my ears.

Hawk took my hint and started ripping the room apart. I gripped my blade, ripping it through the quilts and pillows, ripping it through the mattress and generally fucking the room up as much as I could. When I was hard of breath from the amount of crap I’d done, I moved out of the room and down the hall, fucking up every room that looked like it had somethingwith him in it. Hawk had called Chains to bring some of the boys to come and help out. By the time I was done with it, I sat down at the dining table, carving my name and Sheridan’s into the table like I was in high school.

“Let’s go,” Hawk called out to me. “Chains lost his temper and started burning shit.”

The boys all filed out of the house. We waited for Chains to come down and get on his bike before we rode out, back to the clubhouse.

I felt better.

It’d come back to fuck me, but I didn’t care.

Neal Foley was going to fucking pay.

Chapter Ten

SHERIDAN

Neal grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the back of the car, my hands being tied with thick rope in front of me meant I couldn’t stop myself from falling to land in the dirt. My scalp screamed in pain as I tried to pick myself up using my legs. He slammed the door shut and grabbed me under the arm, hauling me to my feet.

“You’re going on a boat ride, slut,” he said in my ear. “Be a good whore and I’ll think about leaving our daughters alone.”

I felt a chuckle rise in my throat and escape.

“What the fuck is so funny?” he ground out.

“You’ll never find them. Cooper will never let you get your hands on them.”

His smile dropped and he hissed at me, grabbing the sides of my face, squeezing my jaw painfully. “They’ll never findyou. You’re about to be sold, and you’ll be lost forever. Not so fucking funny now, is it?”

As if he’d engineered it this way, a speedboat arrived at the dock, and Neal found his smile again.

“Say goodbye,” he whispered in my ear. I shuddered at the intimate way he was breathing into my ear as he held onto my hips. A man got off the boat, two men with him dressed in all black, as if they were military. They had guns strapped to their sides, so I knew I’d be shot if I tried to run. I could feel my body shake involuntarily with fear.

“This is her, you like what you see?” he asked, shoving me forward. I fell to my knees as I looked up at the tall, built man. He had scars on his neck and arms, peeking out from under his shirt. He looked incredibly intimidating, but there was something behind his eyes that told me I was safer with him than with Neal. Whatever awaited me on that boat, I was in a better place than here in Neal’s world.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, looking down at me, a frown lining his deep brown eyebrows. It looked like he was trying to decide if he was going to take me. I was shaking, unable to stop as I looked over at the man who had fathered my two children, who had been my husband, who had at one point loved me.

I didn’t see that man standing there. I saw a demon.

Just as I felt the guy’s hand on my arm, squeezing, he pulled me back as movement occurred from every corner. Men ran ahead, guns raised, blocking my view.

What the hell was this?

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