Page 55 of Judge
I lean out my door, eyes following her before looking at the rest of my girls. “What was that about?”
“Dunno, but I heard Sniper has a gift for you,” Blanche answers, waggling her brows.
“Yes! So let’s get moving,” Remy says, “To the Rev Room!” She lets out a giggle then follows Chewy, the rest filing after her.
Shoving my own feet into crocs I move to head out.
“Might want to wear closed toed shoes, girl,” Pops says, staring at my crocs.
I eye him up then kick them off, opting for sneakers instead. “Perfect!” Lovely coos, twining her elbow through mine.
We walk in a loud, messy line from my trailer to the Rev Room, talking crap and giggling the whole way. Never in a million years did I see myself living this type of life. I have all these blessings thanks to Leo, and I think I owe it to him, to us, to try this thing. Properly. All in.
Walking through the door I’m stopped by Pops’ long, low, whistle. “Damn, she’s going to love it.”
“I’m going to love what?” I make my way to the front of the girl gang only to stop in my tracks.
There, hog tied, bloody and bruised, is Seth Carrick. The asshole.
“Surprise,” Sniper mumbles, looking awkward.
I gape from him, to Seth, then back to Sniper before launching myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. Sniper stumbles back, surprised by my reaction.
“Thank you, Sniper,” I whisper.
Leo’s low growl reaches my ears but I ignore him. When you have a brother that does something so damn sweet, you need to thank him.
“You’re welcome, little sister.” He pushes me back gently, bending a little lower so his gaze holds mine. “You got rid of my monster, I’ll help you get rid of yours.”
“We all will. Now, where do we want to start?” Chewy asks, standing in front of floor to ceiling shelving filled with all manner of things.
Everyone turns to look at me. “Ah, can I help you?”
Leo chuckles, his large bulk moving behind me, bathing me in his warmth. His arm snakes around my middle as he leans down, “You’re in charge, little mama. Tell them what you want to happen to this motherfucker.” He presses a kiss to my temple before standing to his full height, not letting me go.
Seth’s eyes are wide, darting between me, Leo and the rest of the DRMC. I can’t help but look at him in disgust. I can’t believe this asshole had me thinking so little of myself. I stare at him for long moments, thinking of all the things I want to do to him, the things I’ve seen Chewy and Pops do to men, and yet, I don’t care enough about what happens to him in the immediate future. I only care what happens to him afterwards.
Raising my head I look at my friends, my family, all on tenterhooks on what my decision will be.
“I don’t care what you do to him, I just don’t want him to die.”
“Huh?” Rider stops fiddling with some nunchucks made of dildos, to stare at me.
“You sure about this, Kai?” Leo murmurs softly.
“I’m sure. I want him to suffer. I want him to feel pain and fear and then when he’s almost done I want someone, anyone, to disable him. I want him to live the life my father begged to leave. I want him shitting his pants. Incapable of caring for himself. I want him at the mercy of others.”
“Damn girl, that’s diabolical,” Nat whispers, bumping me with her hip.
“Well, then, looks like we get to try some new techniques,” Pops claps his hands, rubbing them together.
He and Chewy walk off to look at their supplies while I stand, warm and cosy in Leo’s arms. We all watch on in silence asPops and Chewy hold up all sorts of stuff and giggle amongst themselves.
“You said he made you foot cam, right?” Chewy calls out.
I nod once before ducking my head in embarrassment.
“No need to hide, babe, I for one think your feet are fucking adorable,” Leo growls in my ear.
