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He was smoking a cigarette and seemed totally unaffected by the stench and horrid sights before him. Instead, he looked pleased. “I gotta give it to you, brother. You’re a sick motherfucker, but damn. I like it.”

“Glad you approve,” I scoffed.

“I more than approve.” He stood and grabbed a small sledgehammer from the table. He gave it a twirl in his hand as he walked over and offered it to me. “How much longer are you gonna keep this going?”

“As long as I need to.”

“Dad and I went over to have a word with Bruton.”

“And?”

“He’s still working on getting the girls home, but he’s gettin’ it done.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“We also got to check out the shipment he swiped from the Demarcos’ warehouse.” Savage sounded impressed as he announced, “It was quite a take. We should be good for months.”

“Damn. Bruton really pulled through.”

“That he did.” The doctor let out a pained groan, and Savage took it as his cue to leave. “Well, I’ll leave ya to it. I’ll be around if you need me.”

“Appreciate it, brother.”

With that, he walked out of the room.

At the sound of the door closing, the good doctor’s head rolled to the side, revealing his face. He wasn’t looking good. In fact, he looked like shit. Like I’d done with his boss, I’d bound his hands and feet to the table, and he had multiple deep lacerations and broken digits that had to be causing him a great deal of pain. I could barely make out what he was saying as he pleaded, “Please... just end it.”

I took the hammer, then dropped it on the table. I didn’t have the patience for it. A few zealous hits and it would be over for him, which was too good for a piece of shit like him.

I leaned over the table and smiled as I looked down at him. “Not looking so good there, friend.”

He groaned in response, spurring me on.

“Actually, you look like shit, dude, but don’t worry… you’ll look a hell of a lot worse by the time I’m done with you.” I smiled my evilest of smiles as I taunted, “I’m just getting warmed up.”

CHAPTER24

Mia

We’d been at the club for several days when Wrath came to my room and announced that we could finally go home. I should’ve been thrilled by the news, but I wasn’t. I’d liked being able to spend so much time with him. But then, he hit me with a second announcement.

He wanted me to move in with him.

In fact, he demanded.

I was both thrilled and terrified by the thought. I liked the idea of living with him. I wanted that more than I could describe, but at the same time, I was worried that it was too soon. We hadn’t been together all that long, but the time we had spent together had been phenomenal. I’d never been so happy and content—which is why I agreed to move in with him.

He had some things to take care of with the club and I needed to grab a few things from my apartment, so we agreed to just meet at his place. It took longer than I’d expected to pack my bags. I wasn’t getting everything—just what I’d need for a week or so, and then, we could get the rest later.

I also needed to pick up a gift for Willa, so it was almost dark before I actually made it to his house. When I walked in, I could smell something wonderful cooking in the kitchen, but there was no sign of Wrath. I was about to call out to him when I spotted him in the living room.

He was leaning back in his recliner, napping, and the kitten was curled up in a ball on his chest. I’d gone back and forth on what to name him, but eventually, decided on Milo. I dropped my bags in the hall, and Willa’s gift on the table then walked over and ran my hand over Milo’s head. “What happened to you being an outside cat?”

“He was crying at the door.” Wrath kept his eyes closed as he told me, “I think he missed us.”

“I’m sure he did. I bet he was hungry, too.”

“Nah, I had one of the boys come by and feed him.”

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