“If you want to see him,” I pause and swallow hard before I keep going, “then you can. But Graycie-girl, if you trust me,please let me take care of this for you. He won’t ever bother you again,” my eyes bore into hers with an intensity I can feel spread through me like a valiant poison.
But it doesn’t spread sickness, it’s spreading resolve.
“I don’t want to see him,” her voice cracks and she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. When her eyes open again, they’re glassy with unshed tears, but they also reflect the fire I feel burning in my gut. “I know you’ll make him pay for every scar he inflicted.” Her forehead comes down to rest against my shoulder. “I trust you, my sword, I trust you’ll slay him and send him straight to hell. It’s where he belongs.”
“Thank you, Angel,” I grit out the words as I pull her away from the door and carry her into the bathroom to get her cleaned up.
I’ll take care of her first and get her into bed. The almost dead man we’re holding can wait and my brothers will understand.
It’s almost time to slay a demon and I’m more than ready.
CHAPTER 25
SNAKE
When I slide out from underneath my woman, her arm slides across the bed as if she’s searching for me. A smile tips my mouth upward for a moment until I remember why I needed to slide out of bed in the first place. It’s time.
Time to slay her demons.
Time to be her sword to wield. The best part? She doesn’thave to be there for me to be her vengeance.
I welcome giving her peace, and the knowledge that she’ll never have to look over her shoulder with fear in her eyes again. Never fucking again.
The main room of the clubhouse is practically fucking teeming with my brothers. Everyone is on edge and thirsting for blood the moment I step through the door. I find Ryker standing near the bar along with Playboy, Whiskey, and Sidewinder.
When Ryker gives me a nod, I turn and head through the hallways that will lead me to my prey. I don’t have to look behind me to know my brothers are following me. They’ve had my back for my entire life and it’s not going to change any time soon.
I jump slightly when a large hand lands on my shoulder, but my steps don’t falter. I look over my shoulder to find my dad there. His face is a mask of stoic rage and the same need for violence I feel pumping through my veins.
He might be standing at my back, but he’s not here for me. No, he’s here for my woman.
“Did you tell her?” His voice is low and meant only for me.
We stop in front of the door that is locked up tight, sealed not for the protection of whoever is trapped in the cage of a room on the other side. No, the state-of-the-art lock is meant to protect the innocents on this side of the door who don’t need to be touched by the blood shed inside.
Like my Graycie.
“Yeah,” I grunt, “I’m not going to keep secrets from my Old Lady.”
Pride shines in my dad’s eyes and I stand up a little taller under his gaze. “Good,” he grits out. He studies my face for a moment before his shoulders relax slightly. “She doesn’t want to see it and make sure?”
“No,” my voice is hard, but the thought of my Graycie-girl makes it soften slightly as I add, “she trusts me to get it done.”
“And we will.” His words are a vow, a promise written with certainty I don’t need but appreciate all the same.
With a chin lift of acknowledgement, I let the burning hatred I’ve had to control ignite fully as I face the door. Ryker presses the code in even though I’m more than capable of doing it myself. I know what he’s doing, what they’re all doing. It’s a sign of their support as they stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me while walking into retribution.
The moment the door swings open, my eyes land on the man of the hour. My footsteps are filled with purpose as I step inside our wet room, where all the evil we encounter comes to be judged and sentenced.
No one has been strapped to the same chair he’s in and lived to tell the tale. He won’t be any different.
Sylvester groans and raises his head, with difficultly, which has a wicked smirk curling one side of my mouth. His eyes widen when he sees me standing in front of him while the rest of my brothers fan out.
He takes in my cut, my patch and position, before his eyes dart around the room. When he sees Ryker, he relaxes slightly as if my president will be able to have any say in his fate. If he wants to play that game, he can try.
But it won’t save him.
Not today.