Page 45 of Remy

Chapter 27

Remy

I lay in the bed with Charlie snuggled up against me, sound asleep. She has a piece of my shirt in her little hand in a death grip. I can’t help but smile at her. She looks so much like me it’s insane. I never thought I’d have this, have her. It amazes me every day that I look at her that she’s actually mine.

Brad’s still in the basement, and I need to deal with that, but I can’t seem to pull myself away from Charlie. This little girl has a hold on me already, and there’s no way I could let that go. With a sigh, I uncurl her hand and slowly slide out of the bed without waking her. I pull the blanket up and tuck her in, placing pillows around her so she doesn’t roll off. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right? Fuck, I don’t know what I’m doing with her, but I hope I’m doing something right.

I grab the baby monitor and walk down to the main room to find the guys.

“She asleep?” Kiki asks as soon as I step out there.

“Yeah, she was tired. Curled up in the middle of the bed,” I tell her. She smiles and nods her head when I pass her the monitor. “You listen for her? I need to finish shit,” I tell her. She nods her head and takes the monitor from me before walking away. I head toward the guys sitting at the bar and slap a hand on Hodge’s shoulder. He turns his head to look at me and smiles.

“Ready to finish this shit?”

“Yeah. I wanna get it over with so I can go see Tianna.”

“Then let’s do it,” Locke adds as he slides off his stool and finishes his beer. He sets the bottle on the counter and turns around, heading for the steps. I’m right behind him.

We head down, noticing that the screams have stopped. I’m sure the asshole passed out from the rats. We walk around the corner, and he’s lying there on the table, eyes closed. Locke moves to remove the bucket and the rats as I slap at his face to wake him up.

“Come on, asshole. We’re not done yet,” I yell as I hit him a little harder than I need to. His eyes slowly open as I look down at the mess the rats made of his cock, or what’s left of it anyway.

“Goddamn,” Hodge mumbles as he sees what they did to him too.

“Not bad work for some little rats,” I tell him.

“Might need to use them more often,” he adds.

“Please,” Brad begs weakly.

“Did Tianna say please? No. You drugged her and made her take it all,” I remind him.

“I’m sorry.” That’s what leaves his lips. I just chuckle because sorry doesn’t mean shit to me, and he should know that. My girl, my forever, is lying in a bed fighting for her life right now, and he has the fucking balls to say sorry?

“I’m not,” I tell him as I pull my knife from my pocket and slip it against his throat. I press it there and watch as his eyes widen.

“Please don’t!”

“I’ve thought about this for a while now. Killin’ you. Watchin’ you suffer. Then I thought about my little girl up there, and Ialmost thought about not killin’ you because of her. What kind of dad does that make me if I kill people?” I ask him while he watches me with wide eyes. “Then I thought of Tianna. And I asked myself, what kind of man would let that happen to his girl and not handle the problem? What kind of dad would I be to let you walk away so that you could do this to someone else’s child?”

“I won’t! I swear to you. I’ll disappear!”

“That isn’t good enough for me, Brad. You may disappear for a while, but you know what? Tianna will always have that fear in the back of her mind. The fear of you comin’ back for her and Charlie.” I shake my head. “I can never let you near my daughter again, Brad.”

“I won’t touch them!” I press the knife harder against his throat until I see the blood slowly coming to the surface. I smile as I pull it away, move down the table, and take in the work of the rats. I flip a piece of flesh with the tip of my knife, and Brad screams in pain.

“They really did enjoy his cock didn’t they?” I ask the guys. Both of them laugh.

“Seems someone did,” Hodge adds. I shrug before walking back to the head of the table.

“I really wanted to draw this out for you, but I also wanna see my girls. What I decided for you is a long, slow death, Brad.” I press the tip of my knife into his neck, hitting just the right spot that will cause him to bleed out, but not too quickly. Brad cries out in pain once more as I pull my knife away and toss it onto the counter next to me.

I watch him as he fights the ties that hold him down but he isn’t going anywhere.

“I’ll see you in hell, Brad. And then? We can do this all over again,” I tell him before turning and heading for the steps. The guys follow behind me as Brad screams for help.

“If you’re not back, we’ll clean that up,” Locke says, nodding toward the basement.

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