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“Let’s give them some privacy,” I ordered as I strode out of the room, knowing Sam and Joey were following me.

“Sam, stand guard outside of this door,” I commanded, knowing he wasn’t going far from this room for a while anyway. He may try to hide it, but I’d known Sam for years, had grown up with him. I knew him better than he thought I did. “I’m going to change Axel and get him a bottle. If they finish talking before Ifinish taking care of him, come find me. Until then, do not move from this door.”

“Got it, Prez,” he answered, nodding once.

Please, darlin’, find out what happened to that poor girl.

Because I was ready to spill fucking blood.

This shit didn’t happen in my club, and I was about to make that message very fucking clear.

Chapter Seventeen

Adelaide

Iwas seeing fucking red, and I was ready to slit someone’s fucking throat.

That someone being River’s sergeant at arms, Gregory.

After finally getting Reina calm enough to talk to me, she spilled everything as she cried while I hugged her, not letting her go. She told me about how Gregory had caught her as she was taking the trash out for the night and that he hadn’t taken no for an answer when he had come on to her.

He’d violently beat and raped her behind the dumpster, using her shirt as a gag to keep her quiet as she screamed for help.

After leaving Reina in her room to try to catch some sleep, I stormed down the hall to mine and River’s room, grabbing one of his guns and slipping it into my leggings. I stormed out into the bar room, finding Gregory sitting at the bar, sipping a cup of coffee as if he hadn’t just violently taken an innocent woman against her will last night.

I walked calmly around the bar, and when I was finally standing in front of him, I grabbed his steaming hot cup of coffee and threw it in his face.

“Fuck!” he roared, quickly jumping off of his bar stool and making it clatter to the floor. He wiped at his face, hissing out a breath of pain. “What the absolutefuck, Adelaide?!” he shouted at me, his eyes murderous as he glared at me.

I pulled River’s gun out, pointing it at his forehead. Absolute hatred and disgust ran through my veins as I stared him down unflinchingly. I was on a fucking murder spree.

He eyed the gun in my hand warily. “You better choose your last words fucking carefully,” I snarled at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he shouted at me, but he didn’t rip his gaze from the gun in my hands, which gave away his true fear.

He knew that I knew what he did to Reina last night.

River rushed toward the bar, coming to stop me, but when I opened my mouth again, he stayed where he was, a murderous, deadly expression crossing his features.

“You fucking raped Reina!” I shouted at Gregory. He opened his mouth, but I spoke first. “Don’t you dare fucking deny it!” I barked at him. “It took me almost two fucking hours, but I finally got it out of her. Want to tell everyone what you fucking did? How you wanted a piece of her, but she told you no, so you took it anyway, choosing to beat the fuck out of her before you raped her over and over?” I quietly seethed, lowering my voice so everyone else wouldn’t hear what had happened to her—no one but me, Gregory, and River.

Before I could pull the trigger on Gregory like I so badly wanted to, River slammed his fist against Gregory’s face, sending Gregory sprawling across one of the tables next to him. He crashed to the floor with the table, groaning in pain. River looked at Sam. “Take him out back. No women outside,” he ordered.

“He deserves a bullet through his skull,” I snarled at River, angry that he was stopping me from delivering justice to the sick son of a bitch. If he did it to one woman, he would do it again, and I wouldnotallow another woman to fall victim to his shit.

River shook his head at me. “A bullet is a fucking blessing for him,” River informed me. “What I’m about to do to him will be ten times worse, and it sends a message to the other men in my club that this shit willnotbe tolerated.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, still seething. “And what are you planning to do?” I demanded to know.

River’s eyes met mine, fury making his eyes darken, but I knew that anger wasn’t directed at me. He had even said so himself that he would never make me face his anger, especially when that anger was meant for someone else.

“I’m cutting his dick off, and I’m shoving it down his fucking throat,” River calmly told me. He pointed his finger at me. “Stay in this fucking clubhouse, darlin’,” he ordered. “This isn’t something you need to be watching.”

I nodded once, knowing River would do exactly as he said. I watched as he stormed outside where Sam had just dragged Gregory. I heard Axel cry from his pack ‘n’ play, and I rushed over, lifting him into my arms. Blowing out a soft breath, I walked to mine and River’s room and set Axel on his changingtable so that I could change him. I was still fucking furious, but I knew River would take care of this shit.

I heard Gregory scream in pain as I was putting a clean diaper on Axel, and I felt like throwing up at the scream that ripped from the man’s throat. That was the scream of a man beingtortured.

River was a deadly man when he needed to be.

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