Page 100 of Complete Me
“Let’s move.” Sin, Sawyer, and I flank Chaos as we move down the hallway.
Two shots are fired out of the second room, the sound nearly making my ears bleed as it echoes off the metal. Luckily, both shots miss the four of us as we duck down against the wall.
“We know you’re in here, Tyson. Don’t you know you’re supposed to lead your men? Protect your women? They’re all bleeding out in your shit lawn while you cower in here like the pathetic piece of shit you are,” Chaos taunts.
I steady my gun and wait for the dumbass to do exactly what I know he will, fire at us again, and the moment his arm sticks out of the doorway to shoot, I pull my trigger. His wristpractically explodes, his gun dropping to the ground as we stand and push forward, his howls sounding so much like the little baby wolf he is.
We find him behind his desk, his back against the wall, holding his wrist to his chest in pain. Chaos and Sin flank the doorway as Sawyer and I walk toward the man who was responsible for taking Kinsey. The love of my life.
“This one’s mine,” I snarl. Sawyer takes a step back, giving me space as I grab the man by his shirt, hauling him and throwing him into the chair. His hands come up defensively to cover his face and head, as if that could protect him from what’s about to come. What he fucking deserves.
“So you’re the sick fuck Damon created? Should have stayed with your mommy, Tyson.” I look down at his leather cut, reading his name patch for the first time. “Reaper?” I laugh. “Well, that’s ironic since I’m about to cut down every single fuckin’ part of you until there’s nothing left.”
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with, Rogue.”
“Does it look like you’re in a position to think I give a shit?” Pulling my knife from my pocket, I hold it up in front of his face, the light hitting it just right, making the reflection in his eyes almost shimmer. I watch as he takes in the gravity of the situation. Of how well and truly fucked he is.
“You took what was mine. Did you think you’d get away with it? That you could take her from me and get away with it?”
My rage overflows when he ignores me. My fist connects with the side of his face, an audible crunch of bone shattering beneath his eye. “Answer me!” I yell. His head lolls to the side as he looks at me with a sick fucking grin that has me seeing red. I’m lost to it.
“You took him from me, Rogue! You and your band of heathens! So I was going to tie up your girl and fuck everysingle one of her holes until she was so washed up, she’d be of no use to me. Then I was going to give her to my men until they tore her apart.”
I slam my fist into his hard flesh repeatedly, my knuckles burning and splitting open. I don’t stop, pounding into him like my own personal heavy weight bag, the sound of flesh on flesh reverberating through the room.
I beat him like he’s done to so many innocent women. Just like he wanted to do to Kinsey. Just like his fucking father did to Lena. The darkness starts to close in on me, pitch black surrounding my eyes, hate and vengeance filling my bloodstream, innate savagery taking over, tightening its grip on me.
Then Kinsey’s pretty face flashes behind my eyes, pushing through the haze of my destruction. My light, pulling me from the darkness threatening to drown me.
“Fuck!” I roar, my blade slicing his throat from one ear to the next in a deep gouge that quickly separates as the rush of blood pours from the opening. Tyson gurgles, his eyes wide in horror and pain as life slowly drains from him. “Fuck you! You’ll never hurt any of them again!”
I stand there unmoving, unblinking, watching as he chokes on his final breath, the life finally leaving his body. He deserved a long, slow, torturous death. I’m frozen to my spot, watching the heap of evil bleeding out onto the floor, the red color staining like spilled paint. Anger still thrums through my veins like a live wire, rage creeping in around the edges of my sight. I can’t look away. His eyes are lifeless, looking up unmoving into the abyss, his body nothing more than a shell. I can hope the devil himself pulled his soul to the underworld for an eternity of torment.
Sawyer comes up and clasps his hand around my shoulder, causing me to jerk, grounding me.
“It’s over. Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
We pull up to the clubhouse and park our bikes out front. How we didn’t lose anyone is a feat worth celebrating, and I know that’s exactly what my brothers plan to do. Adrenaline still races through my bloodstream, amping me up with energy to keep going. It’s over. The Iron Wolves are finally no more, and while threats will always lurk in the shadows, at least this one is gone for good.
Now, I’ve only got one thing on my mind—Kinsey. Her beautiful smile flashes behind my eyes. Chaos slaps his hand against the thick layer of my cut on my back, pulling my attention to him. “Stay the night, Rogue. You and Sawyer can bunk here and leave in the morning.”
“I’m washin’ up and heading home,” I tell him sternly, not leaving room for argument. He may be my president, but I’m going home to my woman.
“Same, I’m not going to stay away from my wife a moment longer than I have to,” Sawyer adds. The two of us walk side by side through the clubhouse, climbing up the stairs to my bedroom. I pull out two towels and extra clothes for each of us. The door falls closed behind us, shutting out everything else and leaving Sawyer and me to face each other.
“You really love her.”
Surprised by his statement, I turn to face him. His hair is a sweaty mess, pushed up and out of his face, his lip is busted, and his shirt is covered in blood. Jesus, if Ivy could see him right now she’d lose her goddamn mind.
“Yeah, brother. I really love her. More than anything.”
“What you did . . .”
“He paid for it less than his father did for what he did to Lena. I meant to prolong it. I wanted it to last days. I wantedhim to feel every ounce of fear that Kinsey did. He got off too easy.”
“Because you have something more important to focus on than prolonging his death.”
“Yeah. I finally have something to live for.”
