Page 67 of Wicked Oath

“Logan is,” Chris says, nodding in the direction of the other side of the room. I look over and Vince is tied to a chair with tape over his mouth. I gently kiss Talon before standing.

“Laney,” Jude says, but I ignore him. When I get close, Adam pulls a serrated hunting knife out of its sheath on his hip and hands it to me without hesitation. I rip the tape off, but he doesn’t get a chance to speak before I act.

“This is for my mom,” I say with a callous tone before slamming the blade into his abdomen and twisting, earning beautiful pained screams. When I pull the knife out, blood gushes from his belly and I smile. He starts screaming and fighting against his restraints, despite his profuse bleeding, when I rip the front of his jeans open so I can expose his dick. “This… This is for my husband.”

With one fluid motion, I grab his flaccid dick and slice it off. His scream is shrill but doesn’t cover even a fraction of the amount of pain he deserves. I force his mouth open and shove his severed dick down his throat before Tony slaps the tape back over his mouth. “Rot in hell, Vince,” I say coolly before stabbingthe knife into his thigh and walking back to my husband. He is choking on his dick while simultaneously bleeding to death, but it doesn’t faze me. Chris hands me a towel to wipe my hands before I kneel on the floor beside Talon.

“I wanna be you when I grow up,” Talon says with a weak smile, making me laugh.

“Help should be here in a second,” Chris says, rubbing my back.

“Jude,” I say.

“He’s going to be okay,” Jude says.

“Are you lying to me?” I ask him simply.

“No. The shot is far enough over that I doubt anything vital was hit. He will need some stitches and a lot of rest, but he will be okay,” Jude says.

“Who shot him?” I ask. “Did one of you miss?”

“No,” Chris says. “I think it was Logan.”

“You think or you know?” I snap at him.

“We didn’t shoot him, love,” he says softly, cupping my cheek. I nearly melt into his touch but that brings up painful emotions that I don’t want to handle right now, so I pull away.

“What about the bodies?” I ask Jude.

“Haze is handling the bodies and the cabin. Ripper should be here any second to help get him back to the house.”

“The house?!” I yell at him. “He needs a goddamn hospital, Jude.”

“Baby,” Talon says weakly pulling at my arm so I will look at him.

“You need a hospital,” I say tearfully. “I can’t lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Little Flower. I promise,” he says softly kissing the back of my hand. He lays my palm on his cheek and I sigh as I close my eyes.

“They’re gone,” I say quietly.

“They’re gone,” he confirms gently.

“Why isn’t he doneyet?” I snap.

“Baby,” Jude says as he takes my face between his hands. “I love you so much, but I am going to sedate your little ass if you don’t calm down, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” I say tearfully.

“It’s okay,” he says as he grabs the backs of my thighs and picks me up before he sits on the couch. I bury my face in to his shoulder and let him comfort me. “Ripper is trained and knowswhat he is doing. He does what he does well, and Talon trusts him. He would trust him with you.”

“I thought I lost him when he hit the ground,” I whisper.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Jude says softly. “We got to you as soon as we could.”

“You were fast,” I say. “How did you find us?”

“If I tell you, you can’t get mad at Talon,” he says, and I sit up.

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