Page 145 of Avenging Devil: Part 2
“No, please…” Somehow he manages a piercing scream.
I take out my knife. “What better vengeance on a bunch of dicks, then cut them off at the root?” With that, I cut that organ right off.
Blood spurts out. “Leave him to bleed out,” I suggest. “He’s not a man. He never fuckin’ was. Let Satan have him.”
Wiping the blood off the knife on Grit’s loose hanging trousers, I make my way to Saffie.
“It’s done,” I tell her, staring down into her eyes.
Her warrior-like expression starts to soften. Her shoulders lose their tension, and some of the darkness leaves her eyes. “It’s done,” she replies.
“Come.” I start to make my way through the brothers, confident she’s following me.
“Hey,” Lost calls out. “What do you want to do about Susie?”
I pause, turn around, eye my old lady who’s got no remorse in her eyes—no it’s something far hotter, and full of promise for our new life. After any ending, there’s a new beginning, and I can’t wait another moment to get started on ours.
I tilt my head in question, and she gives me a smile and a nod.
“She’s all yours,” I reply to Lost. “Club business.”
“Hey, brother?” Dusty’s voice reaches me as I reach the door.
Swinging back, I see him cupping his junk with one hand, and at the other he’s pointing at Saffie. “Word of advice? Don’t piss her off.”
A raucous wave of laughter follows us as we walk out.
I’m grinning widely. I didn’t intend to before, and certainly not now that I’ve seen what she’s capable of.
