I peered into the open doorway and halted. Cooper had his fingers on the little girl’s pulse. He looked down, shook his head, and stood. He then pulled a towel from the towel rack and covered her body.
I wanted to weep for her. That was a foreign feeling that I had never felt before.
Her little body was black and blue, almost like Alexander’s, but nowhere near as bad. However, the slits to her wrists—those were damning. She sat naked on the floor, propped up by the bathtub. Her skin was pale and ashen, and she was already socold. She couldn’t have been more than twelve, only three years younger than Cree. He was a sick, twisted son of a bitch.
I stormed down the stairs, went to the kitchen, and, seeing that the pot was boiling over, I grabbed it, turned off the burner, and strode into the living room.
Without a word, I threw that pot full of hot-as-sin water on the son of a bitch’s pants, relishing in the scream that escaped his mouth as the hot water burned its way through his jeans and down to his dick. His screams filled the night air.
Fuckers who rape are trash. Fuckers who rape their own child, deserve a special place in hell, a place where they wish they could burn to death, which would be like heaven.
“Yeah, man. Need you to send a couple of units.” Cotton rattled off the address.
I grabbed the motherfucker around the throat and hauled his fat ass to the nearest wall. There, I slammed my forearm into his throat. He sputtered and wheezed, trying to get my arm off of his body, but to no avail. There was no moving me when I was in this moment.
I held my forearm there until his body was almost limp.
“You dared touch your own daughter? You dared touch your son? Your son, who is under the protection of Wrath MC? I’ll see you in hell, you son of a bitch.” I pressed even harder, and when his frame went limp, I let go.
They would revive him, of that I was sure. But while he did his stint in prison, I was calling in a few markers that I’d been sitting on for just such an occasion.
After about an hour of answering questions and another hour of them being at the hospital, I got a call from Xavier saying they were headed to my house.
Also, Walker had talked to a nurse, and they were letting one of us stay with the boy. I was glad that Valerie and Cree were there when, no doubt, the cops had given him that kind of news.
I walked into my house and stopped still. Valerie was curled up on my couch, and Cree was curled up at the other end. Never did I think I would have another woman in my house. And never did I expect that woman would be the woman that Cree would turn to.
I carried Cree to her bedroom and tucked her in after I placed a kiss on her forehead.
I went back into the living room and carried Valerie to my bedroom. I stole the feel of her pressed tightly to my side as I turned the covers down and tucked her in. I swiped at the tears she was shedding in her sleep with the same gentle touch I gave to Cree.
After I kissed her forehead, I closed the door.
Tonight, my ass was on my couch. My two girls, whether one of them knew it or not, were safe. No one was getting through me to harm either one of them.
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What I didn’t know... was that Alexander didn’t agree that the son of a bitch deserved to go to prison.
Chapter 5
Alexander
That night... after one of Garret’s brothers came to see me once Valerie and Creedence left, he told me what had happened.
He shared that the piece of shit was on one level down from my room.
As I lay there in that hospital bed, I had one thought:
That wasn’t good enough.
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And in the morning, when the doctors and nurses made their rounds, they found my father bloody... his throat had been ripped out.
Chapter 6
Alexander