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“Address?”
“1247, Jackson Avenue.”
Joshua turned to New York. “Send some of the guys to pick him up. Take him to Dragon’s.”
New York nodded and walked out the room. Joshua focused on me. “You sure you want to stay?” he asked.
“I do,” I said without hesitation.
There was no way I was walking away from this now because determination burned inside my chest like a raging inferno. Just like her husband, she deserved everything that was coming to her.
Joshua stared at me for a moment, his piercing gaze searching for any sign that I really didn’t want to go through with this. When he realized I wasn’t going to change my mind, he gave me a brisk nod. This was a part of his life and something I would need to get used to. He did things outside the lines when necessary and blurred the line between what was right and wrong. And I needed to see this to the end so I could get closure on this shitty part of my life and move on.
The room was filled with Samantha Decker’s tearful screams, echoing off the walls. Joshua pressed a green button on a box, and the furnace roared to life, drowning out Samantha Decker’s pleas for mercy. She would get no mercy from him nor me.
“You’re a monster!” she screamed as she looked at me.
“Maybe I am!” I shouted over the roar of the furnace. “But so are you. So, I guess I’ll see you in hell.”
Joshua walked behind Samantha Decker, wrapped his arm around her, gripping her under her chin, then pulling her head back. He reached behind his back and retrieved a knife.
He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, but the roar of the furnace drowned out his words. She shook her head, but his grip only grew stronger. He pressed the cold blade against her neck, then dragged it slowly across her skin. As she struggled against her restraints, her eyes grew wide with fear. A deep gash appeared, and blood flowed freely from the wound, creating a pool of red down the front of her clothes. Joshua released his grip on her, and she convulsed until her body grew still.
Without uttering a single word to me, he severed the tape with the bloody knife, freeing her from the chair. He lifted her up, then placed her in a long cardboard box that sat on rollers in front of the furnace. Then he threw his knife along with all the remnants of the tape that had been used to restrain her inside the box too. He hit a yellow button on the same box with the green button, and the cardboard box with Samantha Decker’s body inside, slid into the furnace.
He closed the heavy iron door of the furnace, then walked towards me. I released a breath when he pulled me into his arms.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
Leaning against him, I closed my eyes and focused on the comforting sound of his heart beating in a steady rhythm. Thesoothing sound of it instantly calmed my rising anxiety. “Yes. I’m just ready for all this to be over.”
He leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the top of my head. “It’s almost done. Let’s get out of here. Hopefully, by the time we get on the road, the boys will have him at the farm.”
I gently untangled myself from his warm embrace. “The farm?” I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.
“Oh, you’re going to love this,” he said, laughing. “Decker will finally get what’s fucking coming to him.”
That was all I wanted. I wanted him and everyone else to face the consequences for their roles in all of this, no matter the cost. The cops weren’t going to do anything, but I would with the help of the man walking beside me. No matter how much of a monster it made me, they would all pay.
Chapter Eighteen
Dominique “Nikki” Honoré
“What’s the name ofthis place?” I asked.
We had just stepped out of the truck and were headed towards a large building.
“LeBlanc’s Gator Tours. This is Dragon and Wolf’s place.”
I’d met both men and had hung out with Lyra, Dragon’s Old Lady a few times while I was recuperating at the clubhouse.
Gator farm was not what I was expecting when Joshua ordered the guys to take Decker to the farm. After what I witnessed at the funeral home, I didn’t ask any questions about why we were coming here. Just like the funeral home, I felt this place had witnessed the Sinners’ activities countless times. It really was a clever method for disposing of bodies, just like the furnace at the funeral home. No body, no crime.
I had learned quickly these men did not play when it came to protecting people they considered innocents or the ones they considered their family. And they did what needed to be done which apparently included getting rid of bodies by feeding them to alligators.
“Where is he?” I asked as we walked around a building.
“Just up a head.”
