Page 49 of Klutch's Kryptonite

She nods, tears dripping down her cheeks, but thankfully allows Pee Wee to help her up. McKenna is fully conscious now, holding a hand to her head and looking dazed.

“Take my truck,” I tell my VP, tossing him the keys from my pocket. “It’s parked out front.”

As they head for the door, Demi suddenly stops. “Wait,” she starts, her voice shaky. “I need to know.” She looks directly at Frankie. “My dad. Where is he?”

Frankie spits blood onto the dirty carpet, a twisted smile forming on his battered face. “Dead.”

Demi’s face crumples, a wail of pure anguish tearing from her throat. Pee Wee catches her as her knees buckle, scooping her up into his arms.

“Get her out of here,” I growl, fighting the urge to put a bullet in Frankie’s head right here and now.

Once they’re gone, I turn back to the men on the floor. The rage I felt earlier is gone, replaced by the cold blooded killer I am.

“Bag ‘em,” I order Beast and Yukon. “We’re taking them to the crematory.”

“Denali okay that?” Yukon asks.

“He will.”

The enforcers move quickly, binding Johnny and Frankie with zip ties and hauling them to their feet.

“You’re dead,” Frankie manages to get out around his broken jaw. “All of you. You have no idea who I am… who I’m connected to.”

I step close to him, gripping his jaw hard enough to make him whimper. “No, motherfucker. You don’t know who we are. But you’re about to find out.”

I let go of him and watch as Beast and Yukon drag them out to the van parked in the alley behind the building.

Once they’re gone, I take a moment to survey the apartment. There’s blood on the walls, the furniture is overturned, Demi’s bag is spilled across the floor. The memory of her torn shirt makes my fists clench again.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s Denali.

“Yeah,” I answer.

“Pee Wee just called. The girls okay?”

“Shaken up. Demi took a few hits. McKenna might have a concussion. They’ll be alright.” Physically anyway. Emotionally? I’m not sure my baby will ever be the same.

“And Frankie?”

“Beast and Yukon are bringing him and his partner to the crematory now.”

There’s a pause. “You can’t kill him, Klutch. He works for the Valenciaga family. He’s their right hand man.”

“Valenciaga can fuck off,” I snap. “They put their hands on my girl, D. They were going to rape them–both of them.” I pause, breathing heavily.

“Klutch–”

“He killed her father! I know you’re trying to keep the peace, D, but I’m about to send a real clear fucking message about what happens when you mess Bastard Saints property.”

The only sound is Denali breathing. “Yeah. Just know this is going to cause blowback.”

I’ve already weighed the consequences and I don’t give a flying fuck. Nobody touches my girl and lives to tell the tale. No. Fucking. Body.

“Can’t let this slide, Prez. Not this time.” I’m not willing to let this go.

“I know.” He hangs up.

I take one last look around the apartment just as Diablo and his crew come in. “You got this?” I ask the cleaner unnecessarily.

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