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“Good. Because that man had plans for Libi. Unimaginable plans that we willneverdiscuss.” Bell’s lip curls in disdain. “Any mother who can treat their child like abargaining chip, putting them in unspeakable danger, deserves everything the Serpents will give her.”
Fuck. I already know that, but the fact this woman before me feels the same way. So protective of a little girl that isn’t her blood just reconfirms Bell is my fucking soulmate.
CHAPTER 23
BELL
The glare Rhondagives me has me blowing her a kiss as Wes drags her out of the back of a black van. She struggles against his vice-like grip, trying to get at me, snarling like a rabid dog as I continue to tease her just like I did during the whole drive here.
“Let me go!” Rhonda seethes, and Wes simply scoffs as she keeps fucking screeching. “My cousin and the Serpents are going to kill you all.”
Oh Rhonda.
I roll my eyes at her dramatics.
The Red Belly Team had apparently seized her the moment she stepped foot out of lockup. I didn’t know any of this until Wes mentioned picking up the bitch from their other location earlier today. They’d been keeping her locked away until she confessed to everything, only to turn around again and deny it. But she had admitted to everything. Calling her cousin and asking him to kidnap Libi with the intention of swapping her child for a bag of cash.
She deserves everything that’s coming her way.
“How dare you treat me this way!” She flails in an attempt to get away, but Wes’s grip on her is firm.
“You mean the way you treat other people?” I ask, and the bitch spits at me.
Thankfully, the few metres between us saves me from having to wear that filth.
“Shut the fuck up, Rhonda,” Kit barks, jabbing a finger in her direction. “You’ve been treating people like shit for years. Using them for your own gain. Taking what you fucking need with no care about who you walk all over along the fucking way.” Kit curls his lip and bares his teeth. “Not fucking anymore.”
“Besides,” Wes smiles down at Rhonda, “Carlos is dead, and so is the Serpent leader, because of you. So now they want someone to pay.”
Even though the lighting on this rooftop is dull, I can see the way Rhonda pales.
“What do you mean?” Her frantic eyes dart from Wes to us, then to the group of Serpents waiting on the other side of the parking lot.
“He means you belong to the Serpents now. And what happens to you is up to them.” I grin, slipping my arm around Kit’s back as he pulls me to his side.
“Usually it’s blood for blood,” Kit adds. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if they play with you for a bit. Make sure your last moments alive are spent wishing you’d chosen to be a decent human rather than a soul sucker.”
“By the time they are done with you,” I smile, loving the stunned fear on her face as she realises she fucked people over one too many times, “you’ll be begging for death.”
A strangled cry slips from her lips as she spins and tries to run, but she’s met with a wall of men. The Red Belly Team.
Ghost, always the quiet one, simply shakes his head at her. Doc, the oldest of the team, curls his lip as he hisses at Rhonda. Bruiser cracks his knuckles and snarls, “Run. I dareyou.” And Cipher simply lifts his gun, pointing it directly at her.
“Start walking, Rhonda,” Kit demands, and her tear-filled eyes dart to him.
“Please. Kit. We can work this out.”
“No, we fucking can’t!” he booms, releasing me and storming towards her. “You had your cousin drug and kidnap Libi in the middle of the fucking night! Your own fucking daughter! And what for? Because you wanted more money that I refuse to give you! Because your daughter has unique tastes that you haven’t even tried to understand! Because you didn’t get your fucking way, and it all blew up in your face, revealing what a cunt of a human you are!” He opens and closes his fists, like he’s trying hard not to fucking swing them at her. “You used your own daughter. You put her in danger. She hasn’t been able to sleep alone ever since, you fucking cunt!”
His fury is blinding as his hand whips out, wrapping around her throat, and fuck, I instantly feel jealous.
I want that hand around my throat.
But this isn’t about pleasure. This is raw pain and hatred. And Rhonda deserves every second of what’s to come.
With a wild, unhinged look in his eyes, Kit walks Rhonda backwards, holding her up by her throat when she stumbles, his destination clear.
He’s taking her to the Serpents himself.
