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“You know, we took three young girls from your dungeon. They’re going to be scarred for life thanks to sick fucks like you. I think I will play for another minute or so.”

Kendrick shifted back to his feet, aiming the gun and shooting between Frankie’s legs. The scream would’ve made any female proud. The man grabbed at his nonexistent dick and rolled from side to side. Kendrick heard a few men grunt. He looked up to see King, Duke, and Andre holding their hands over their private parts.

He smiled, placing his foot in the center of Frankie’s chest. “Time to say goodbye, Frankie. Tell my father I said fuck off.” He waited for the fool to register his words. Without an ounce of remorse, Kendrick fired one more shot between Frankie’s eyes. The man jerked once, twice, and then he went still under his booted foot.

“You’re gonna get dick blood on your boots.” Duke pointed out.

“These aren’t mine. I borrowed these from the clubhouse.”

“Motherfucker, that was rude. Oh, wait, their rubber. They’ll hose off. See, he’s smart.” King pointed over his shoulder as the men in the monster truck climbed down and began loading bodies into the back.

“How did you guys take out his crew without a sound?” Kendrick asked as they drove back to the clubhouse. He stared down at his feet. T-Rex had told him to grab the rubber boots before they left. The big man was a good friend to have around.

“While the woman was busy screaming like a banshee, we went in like ninjas and took them out. Pow pew pow.” Duke acted as if his fingers were guns as he made shooting sounds.

“I’ll have to say, I enjoyed your banter with him about the hole in her head. However, I do hope that was just talk. I mean, if you’re into that stuff, I’m going to have to suggest a therapist for you. Necrophilia is not okay, my friend.” King shuddered.

“You can relax. I like my women warm, wet, and willing.” An image of Taysey on her knees taunting Frankie about his little dick, looking like he’d used her roughly, bothered him slightly. How the hell had she fallen so far? He rubbed his forehead, reminding himself she’d orchestrated the entire fiasco he found himself in. His sympathy for her and her ultimate demise diminished in a flash.

“Good to know. I’m going to find my ole’ lady and remind myself how much I love her. God, my dick is still twitching in sympathy for what you did to that bastard’s bits. That...that was cruel but fucking awesome, brother. I swear, Ayesha was right about them recreating my mold with you.” King sat back in the seat with a sigh.

“He sounds like a proud father. Honestly, he never sounds that happy when I do shit. One time, in New York, I tortured aman and two whores for shit they did to my ole’ lady. Did he get all hard and shit? Nope. Hell, I had the fucker begging me to kill him before I finally let him die. You shot a guy in his dick, and my brother is probably going to be telling everyone about it for years. Fucking years. Next time we go on an op, I’m going to shoot two fuckers in the dick. If a female is part of the takedown, I’m shooting her right in the cooter.”

“Jesus, you’ve lost your damn mind, Duke.”

Kendrick laughed. They were close as brothers should be. If he and Jeter had been closer in age, he wondered if they’d been like that or if their father would’ve kept the wedge between them. Now, it didn’t matter. From here on out, he would do his best to be a good big brother to Jeter. If Sutton and he chose to have kids, he'd foster a relationship between them that everyone around them would envy.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“You’ve gone quiet on me,” Sutton whispered.

Kendrick held her on his lap during the ride down to the cabin. Andre eyed them through the rearview mirror, giving her a little smile.

“Sorry, I was thinking about earlier while you were getting your groove on.”

“Promise to tell me everything when we get to the cabin?”

“I’ll tell you what happened.”

“Oh, that’s code for I’ll tell you some things.” She put her hand over his mouth. “It’s okay. I know you think you need to save the little woman from the harsh truths of what you did. However, need I remind you that I sat in the back of a van, pulling the torn edges of a woman’s back together after going through a horrific ordeal the day before? I know there’s death and things that go on in my, or rather our world. If I’m going to be a part of your world, I need to know what I’m facing. You can’t treat me like a simpering woman who sits at home sipping cocktails, waiting for the next shopping trip.”

He blew out a breath as the vehicle pulled to a stop. “Hold that thought.”

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. We can go up to the clubhouse for breakfast.” Andre waved as they moved back from the vehicle.

“I’ll shoot you a text when we’re up and around.” Kendrick held his hand out to Sutton, entwining their fingers.

That simple gesture made her feel cherished. Oh, fuck it. Every move Kendrick made with her showed he treasured her in a million ways.

Kendrick punched in the code to unlock the cabin. The alarm beeped as they walked over the threshold. He moved to the security box behind the door, swiftly entering the numbers to deactivate the alarm. At the same time, she shut and re-locked the door.

He held up his hand. “I need to do a walk-through before we do anything else.”

She nodded, understanding how he felt.

“Want me to stay by the door or come with you?” Her innate submissive side had never been more apparent than when she was with him.

Kendrick pulled the jacket off, letting her see the gun harness she’d felt earlier still held the two weapons in it. He slid one of the guns out and handed it to her, butt first.

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