Page 68 of Rage

I turn to him, jaw clenched so tight it aches.“Damn right I am, I’m going to cut off his dick and sew it in his mouth.Then I’ll shove his tongue up his ass for good measure.”

Mason’s eyes darken, a predatory grin spreading across his face.“That’s my girl,” he purrs, leaning in close.His breath is hot on my cheek as he whispers, “I’ll hold him down for you.”

A shiver runs down my spine, equal parts excitement and fury.I can almost taste the blood, feel the satisfying give of flesh beneath my blade.The vivid fantasy should horrify me.Instead, it feels right.Justified.

He practically carries me to the clubhouse before setting me on my feet so I can walk in on my own.

I push the door hard, and it crashes open, slamming against the wall.Heads snap toward us.Dad’s there, eyes blazing.I storm past him, fire crackling through my veins.

“Oh shit, she’s pissed,” Dad mutters.

Mason’s lips twitch.I whirl on him, eyes narrowed.“You think this is funny?”

His smile vanishes.Smart man.

Caiden backs away, hands cupping his crotch.“Watch out.Remember that kid in high school?His balls never recovered.”

The memory flashes—the satisfying crunch, agonized screams.I bare my teeth in a feral grin.

Mason’s eyes darken.“Name.Now.I’ll finish what you started.”

A laugh bursts from my throat, unexpected.“Mason, you can’t hunt down my high school bully.”

“Watch me,” he growls.

Dad crosses his arms, glowering.Grandpa materializes beside him, equally imposing.Four alpha males, radiating protective fury.

Elle waddles over, belly swollen with child.Christopher shadows her, ever vigilant.

A booming voice cuts through the tension.“Ronny!When’d you get back?”

Maverick, Ronny’s dad, makes his way over to hug his son and ole lady Olivia.

Their story is a beautiful one, and tragic; Olivia was kidnapped and rescued at the age of fourteen.Ronny was sixteen when they met, and he waited for her and took care of her until she was ready to be with him.

“Baby, I’m going to go out with my brothers and we are going to stir up some shit.Can you hang out with your mom until we get back?”Mason asks me, and I bite my tongue, not wanting him to go.

But I have lived the MC life long enough to know that this is the way things go.

He kisses me deeply in front of everyone, his hand buried in my hair, and I sink into him.

“Be careful,” I tell him and the others when I pull back, running my finger across his bottom lip where I got lip gloss on him.

He winks.“I will be back before you know it.”

One by one, the men leave, and then the roar of their bikes are heard through the clubhouse.It feels like the floor vibrates with the power of it.

thirteen

Mason

Outside of the clubhouse is our president, Lane, and Kyle from the Devil Souls MC, both standing by the main door as I pull up.

Techy, who is the Devil Souls’ technical genius, is holding a tablet in his hand.“I’ve been digging some dirt on these fuckers and it seems that Peterson’s uncles, brothers, and his father have been covering up his shit mostly for him.”

I close my eyes, hating all of those fuckers.

“But these fuckers are some of the ones the women are outing with the abuse I’ve seen, and one of the women met Peterson’s dad at this bar he is a regular at.”

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