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“Do you know who I am?” he yells, yanking one of the chains holding him in place. “You can’t do this to me.”

“Oh, I think we know exactly who you are, Gilroy Fitzpatrick,” Tyres remarks coolly, moving in sync with his twin brother.

“You seem to like your coke and young girls.” From the way Brake turns I can see the way his eyes glittering with rage. “You like fuckin’ girls that could be your daughter. You’re nothing more than a spineless bastard who can’t get off with a real woman and have to stoop to rape.”

A shiver runs down my spine when I hear the venom lacing Brake’s voice. This isn’t about just taking Gilroy out. Not anymore.

“Let me go.” Gilroy yanks on the chains holding him again, making them clink and rattle. “You will regret everything you’ve done.”

“And what have we done?” Breaker asks, joining in with his cousins, and reaching a hand out to Pitch Black. “Pitch, hand me the small black kit.”

Pitch grabs it off the workbench holding all sorts of shit on it, and hands it over without so much as a word. I’ve noticed that about the other man. When he’s focused, he’s silent and deadly. But any other time, I’ve found he’s laid back. This probably has to do with his wife and kids.

Gilroy continues with his crying and yelling about how we’ll all be sorry as Breaker pulls out a vile of some sort and a syringe. He makes a show of holding it up while he fills the syringe and hands it over to Brake, who in turn, smirks maliciously.

Stepping forward, he grabs hold of one of Gilroy’s chained arms and sticks the needle in the man’s arm after finding a vein. “I’ve just shot you up with mercury.”

The look on Gilroy’s face is priceless, and I’m wondering why Brake didn’t do more. Brake hands over the syringe to Tyres, pulls out the knife he always seems to have on him, and shoves it in Gilroy’s stomach. His screams are loud as Brake doesn’t stop plunging the knife into his stomach. After about ten more stabs, Brake steps away and looks on with satisfaction at the expression of pure agonized pain of death on Gilroy’s face.

I’m not sure which would have killed him faster, but either way, the bastard is dead.

“Brother,” Chains calls out as Brake reaches up and unchains Gilroy.

“I’m not done,” he says, dropping Gilroy to the floor. Bending he grips the dead man’s wrist and starts dragging him.

“Where you takin’ him?” Tyres asks.

“Someplace where it will send a message,” Brake answers, and I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“You shouldn’t go alone,” I remark.

“I’m not,” he says and glances at his brothers. “Y’all comin’ or what?”

Tyres and Breaker both grin and join in picking Gilroy’s dead body off the floor.

“Law, man, do me a favor and stay here with Lynch, Throttle, Shock, and Steel,” Chains all but commands. “I don’t know Finn Brisbane or Faye’s brother and don’t want to leave without knowing everyone is being looked after.”

I nod, understanding what he means. “I’ve got this. Just make sure he doesn’t fuck up his shoulders,” I say, motioning to Brake.

“Will do.” Chains jerks his chin up and follows after the others.

I think all of them even those not of blood need what they’re about to do. The members of this club are all close. They’re family, and no one fucks with family.

No one.

The very thought of it does something to me, and I don’t really understand it. It’s like the idea is warming, and I’ve never known anything like it. I could have a family here with these people. Not just Faye and Jax. Those two are my world, and I intend to keep it that way.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

FAYE

I felt like I was going to hurl watching Brake and Lawson leave the clubhouse with Gilroy. Everything lately has been nothing but chaos, and I need a break. So does everyone here.

“Why did you bring him here?” The question slips past my lips before I can stop them as I look between Rory and Finn.

“Because of what he was trying to do. I knew you were in no way in danger, Faye,” Finn says, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I was simply delivering a package to be disposed of.”

“But why?” I whisper.

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