Page 42 of Nines's Time

“Fuckin’ hell, VP, my kinda party,” Lucky grunts.

“Let’s make this shit nice and slow for him,” Blow growls, grabbing the torch and already firing it up.

Nodding, I glance back to Calyx and Gavril staring with approval in their eyes. I switch my focus to Johnathan and see he’s staring at me with wide eyes and starts thrashing around when his gaze lands on the jigsaw.

“Don’t do this shit,” he says, speaking for the first time. “You’ll regret it.”

“And why’s that?” I ask, cocking my head side to side and popping my neck.

“Because I know people, and they’ll be coming for you if you kill me.” He goes on to blather on about someone coming, and the pudgy dude nods.

“Johnny’s uncle’s coming for her,” pudgy dude says.

“And who is Johnny’s uncle?” I demand, and Johnathan snaps his mouth shut.

Nerd steps forward and gets in Johnathan’s face. “You’ll be surprised to know that I already know who you’re speaking of, and I know they won’t give a damn about your ass. As for Mr. Rollins, he won’t be doing shit. I’ve already contacted my club, and they’ve sent people up to New York to handle the problem of him and anyone else.”

Johnathan’s eyes widen, and he starts fighting the chains more and more. It’s quite comical seeing the bastard like this. He should never have come here. Never put his hands on my woman.

I step forward and stare into Johnathan’s eyes while I start the jigsaw. I grin as I reach down and take the saw to his kneecap. Johnathan’s screams become music to my ears as I cut through the bone. Once the body part drops to the ground, Lucky moves in and cakes gun powder to the wound and Blow follows suit with the flame, cauterizing it to keep him from bleeding out while I have my fun.

I repeat the process with his other leg, and they follow right along. I don’t go for his arms yet. I take an ear, then the other.And with a grin, I ask Griz to hand me a pair of pliers. I also order Torch and Switchblade to remove the bastard’s jeans from him. Using the pliers, I clamp down on his shriveled-up dick and make him scream more as I cut it from his body.

Straightening, I dangle it in front of his semi-conscious before smacking him in the face with it. “Piece of shit,” I snap and decide it’s time to finish this. I place the blade at Johnathan’s neck and cut into it, severing his head from his body.

The pudgy dude screams like a pig as the head rolls over to his feet.

I turn the saw off and look at the others. “I’m done. Finish that fucker off and clean shit up.” Looking to Blow, I give him a chin lift. “I’m gonna clean up and get back to the hospital.”

“Go, we’ll take care of this,” he says, nodding.

I look to Gavril and Calyx. “You two have one thing in common and that’s Meadow. I know she loves Gavril like a father and that’s what she sees him as. I also know she wants to get to know Calyx, so you two need to figure a way to both be fathers to her without her feeling tension between the two of you.”

With that, I make my way out of the barn and head to clean up and change out of my filthy clothes.

The bullshit that has threatened my woman’s life is now finally over, and it’stime to put the past behind her and look to the future. One that’s with me.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

MEADOW

Panic hits me the moment I wake up. My body hurts all over, and I can’t catch my breath.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Sniper says soothingly from next to me.

At the sound of his voice, I look in his direction to see it’s just him and Rain sitting next to me. Rain gets to her feet and comes to sit on the edge of my bed.

“Take a breath, Meadow,” she whispers, cupping the side of my face. “You’re safe. I promise.”

“Where . . . where’s Nines?” I rasp, leaning back into the pillow. I try and breathe and let the panic ease, but it’s not easy. I want Nines. I want to tell him how sorry I am for not staying. I want him to know why.

“He’ll be here soon. Nerd texted to let me know he was on the way. He was handling club business,” Sniper informs me, but from the way he said business, I want to ask but I don’t.

I nod and close my eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Rain asks, stroking my cheek.

“Horrible,” I mumble, meaning it.

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