Page 138 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Niran

Saffie’s okay.

Those words echo in my head as Kink drives from one parking lot to another. Saffie’s safe. And now they’ve got Duke, that’s the way she’s going to stay.

I won’t fully believe it until I see her for myself, or him in our custody. My hands flex as I imagine getting my fists on him.

Today could have ended in so many different ways. But Saffie’s now going to be free, Duke will soon be dispatched to meet Satan, and Grumbler’s wife and son are doing great. I can allow myself to think of that future at last, with my old lady beside me.

As soon as Kink’s got the truck parked, I open my door, and start to get out. Bolt’s there before I can fall on my face, helping me get my prosthesis under me. My eyes search for Saffie, only to find her watching for me. She breaks away from… Swift?—hell, I wouldn’t have recognised her—and runs straight for me.

Balancing on my prosthesis, I hold my crutches out to the side as she barrels into me, stopping just before she hits, then wrapping her arms around my waist. “It’s over.”

“It is,” I confirm. My eyes leave hers for a moment, and land on a man sprawled on the ground. He’s acting weird, as if he’s tripping or something. Duke. Brought down by the Satan’s Devils MC. If I was more mobile, I’d go over and kick him.

Instead, I watch as Swift leans down and jerks him up with one arm, and then Dart lends his none-too-gentle support. They sort of steer, push and pull him toward the truck, open the back doors and shove him in.

“Let’s get going.” Dart waves to the bikes.

Oh no. I realise Saffie’s going to have to come with Kink and me, which means travelling with Duke and Grit in the back.

When I see the moment it dawns on her too, I take her by the arm. “Swift’s coming as well,” I reassure her. “Just a short ride, then you’ll never have to see Duke again.”

Saffie looks up at me, her eyes narrowed, and her brows drawn down. “I want to see him die. I want to make sure for myself that he’s gone.”

Which gives me a problem, as I don’t want her to see the violence I’m capable of. “Saffie—”

“Why don’t we let Saffie see the end?” Swift interrupts, sending a meaningful look my way. “She does need to know he won’t be able to bother her anymore.”

“I—”

This time it’s Saffie who doesn’t let me get more than a word out. “I’ve seen Duke torture people, Niran. I’ve been tortured by him. Now it’s my chance, I want him to hurt. You think I’d be squeamish? That was knocked out of me five years ago.” She jerks her head toward the back of the truck. “There’s nothing you can do to that man that would sicken me.”

“Let’s get moving,” Kink calls out. “They’re both restrained. They won’t be a problem on the journey.”

Kink’s right. He’s an expert with knots and handcuffs, and duct tape it would seem. Neither man makes much noise except for rolling around as we drive back to the compound.

We’re the last to arrive home, and as we draw up—except for Grumbler who’ll be with his old lady—everyone’s waiting outside. When Saffie and I step out, cheers sound from all around, jubilance created by relief, the knowledge the last of the Crazy Wolves are about to be put down.

“Swift!” comes a shout, and Road pushes through the throng. He takes one look at her, winks and leans in. “I can think of where I’d like that lipstick, darlin’.”

Swift catches Saffie’s eyes and both women start giggling. From Swift it’s an uncharacteristic sound. Then throwing off her badass persona for once, Swift jumps at her man who catches her expertly as her legs go around his waist. “We’ve got time for a quickie,” she tells him.

Behind me, Curtis and Wrangler are dragging our captives out.

“Swift?” Lost calls out, catching sight of Duke for the first time, his voice stopping Road’s progress toward the clubhouse. “How long before whatever you gave him wears off?”

“Fuck knows,” she responds, and by the look she’s just given to her man, she’s hoping it’s long enough.

Bolt chuckles by my side. “Road’s fuckin’ good for her,” he observes.

“Yeah, she’s not so much of an asshole anymore.”

Bolt swings around and mock punches Stormy. “You can fuckin’ talk. It was a good woman who brought you down.”

Stormy grins widely. “Very true. You okay, Saffie?”

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