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“Gavin!” Oya shouted and my attention jerked to her.
The relief in her eyes calmed some of my anger, but not enough to let him walk out of here. Congressman Wiliams would die today.
“Go with Snake sweetheart.”
She looked at me for a moment, then nodded. I think she knew what was coming next and there was nothing she could do to stop me. And I didn’t believe she wanted to stop me anyway.
“I’ll call a prospect,” Snake said, “have them come get her with a cage, and take her to the clubhouse.”
“Make sure Doc looks her over.”
He nodded.
“Oya! Please, don’t leave me,” he begged.
“Shut up!” I yelled, pulling the trigger, and shooting him in the other knee.
She didn’t turn around as Snake guided her out of the room.
It didn’t take longfor Reaper to tie the congressman to the chair that was located in the room despite his knees being shattered by my bullets.
“What do you have planned?” Reaper asked.
I held the barrel of the gun against my lips as I glared at Thomas Williams deciding how I could make him suffer. I was ready to get back to Oya to make sure she was all right.
“I should just put a bullet in his skull so I can get to Oya, but I want to make him suffer.”
Reaper walked over to him and yanked his head back by his hair. Williams groaned but his eyes remained closed.
I walked over to him, then dug my finger into one of the bullet holes in his knees. He screamed and started to struggle against his restraints.
“You thought you could touch her!”
“I can do what the fuck I want to do to her. I’ll fuck her in every hole if that’s what I want to do because she’s my fucking wife.”
I gripped him by his neck and squeezed. “She’s not yours, motherfucker.” I squeezed tighter. His eyes started to bulge, and it was hard to explain the satisfaction moving through me. I’d only killed one time before this. I wasn’t a cold-blooded killer and the last man I killed deserved to have his throat cut just like this piece of shit deserved everything that would happen to him.
“If I could prolong this shit, I would.” I squeezed harder. His lips were started to turn blue and the tiny blood vessels in his eyes had started to pop. “But I’ve got to go take care of my woman. Not yours. Mine.”
“Just go ahead and put him out of his misery, little bro,” Reaper said, propped up against the wall.
I focused back on the congressman who was still struggling against his restraints. I let his neck go and he gasped trying to push air back into his lungs. I aimed my gun at his crotch and his eyes widen. He furiously began to shake his head. It was amazing he was more worried about losing his dick than his life. It wasn’t like he was going to be alive to use it.
I pulled the trigger and the echo of the gunshot moved through the building only muffled by his screams of pain.
I aimed the gun at his head, and it didn’t matter if he saw it coming or not. It didn’t matter because he’d be dead anyway. “See you in Hell, motherfucker.”
At the last minute, his eyes shot to mine, and I winked as I pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing his skull.
“I’ll call King so he can get Messina to clean this mess up,” Reaper said, pulling out his phone. “You did good, bro. Now go to your woman and I’ll take care of this.”
I nodded and headed out the door. It was done. It was over, now I only hoped Oya could live with the fact that I’d killed the father of her child. I didn’t regret it and if I had to do it all over again, I’d still send that motherfucker to Hell.
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“Do you need anything?” I asked.
It had been a couple of weeks since we got Oya back but I was still having a hard time dealing with what happened. She said she was fine, but it was hard to accept it when I saw how bruised her body was.
