scared fucking edges to it. "Sweetness, you stay inside and stick close to Speck. You hear me? Park your ass in my booth and wait until I come get you. I'll sort him out."
"I didn't—I didn't know that you knew about him. I'm... Tomi, I'm scared."
The death I'm going to give this man… fucking biblical. "Sweetness, do as I say. Just park your ass and forget about it. I've got it all under control."
There's noises down the line and then Speck speaks. "Are you close? He's drawn a gun on Diesel and I think all hell is about to break loose out there. I've got Angel though, no matter what."
I owe him. "I'm here. Keep her safe."
He grunts and then says, "He got his hands on her before she got away. I think her wrist is broken."
I drop my phone and I move, too fucking pissed now to think clearly or form a plan beyond blood and pain and fucking rage.
I see him standing there, raging out and holding up a badge like it means something.
"I'm an officer and she's a fugitive, if you don't move I'll open fire."
"Fuck, is that him? Is that Angel's step-cunt?" Rue snarls, and I nod, way beyond the point of forming words.
This man.
This man broke her, gave her those screaming nightmares, made her flinch at my touch, scared her so bad she slept on the fucking streets for years. Put her in the types of situations that destroy little kids’ entire fucking lives and I'm going to do more than fucking kill him.
Nah. I'm going to wipe him from the face of the planet. They aren't even going to find a fucking fingernail from this cunt when I'm done.
I start towards him but he's too swept up in his own little fucking fantasy to realize I'm there until I take him to the ground. He’s a cop, or he was one, so the asshole knows how to fight but there’s no chance he could get away from me or my club right now. No fucking way.
Rue stands there and watches as I beat the fuck outta the step-cunt.
There’s a lotta anger issues in me about this man, a lotta rage I need to fucking pulverize into his face and I’m fairly certain he’s already brain-dead by the time I get my knife out and slit his throat because there’s nothing left of his face.
I’ve caved his skull in with nothing but my fists and pure fucking fury.
Rue grunts at me, “We need him in pieces, brother. Hard to move him otherwise.”
Pieces. I can fucking do that.
I’m covered in blood by the time the rage clears a little and my mind comes back online. I glance up from the bloody corpse to see the alleyway blocked with a couple of dumpsters and Hellion’s truck.
“I called for backup. I’ve got Keely in there with Angel, just focus on cleaning this mess up because it’s broad fucking daylight, brother,” Rue murmurs, and Hellion stalks over to us, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
“Cecee is gonna fucking love this shit. You did good work. He got what he deserves, the sick fuck.”
I nod along but I’m too fucking pissed to comment.
We get the pieces of Paul loaded up into trash bags and into the tubs on the back of the truck. Rue grabs a hose and cleans down the side of the building, doing what he can to get rid of the blood.
I wait until this place doesn’t look like a crime scene before I go find my girl.
Angel’s wrist is broken and needs a cast.
Keely watches over her through the whole process, directing people so they don’t touch her any more than they have to, and I keep a hold of Angel’s other hand the whole time, scowling at everyone.
I changed clothes before we came in.
I’m too fucking twitchy after the step-cunt shows up to let her outta my sight so once she’s fixed up I take her home for a shower and then we both head into The Boulevard so I can work while she naps in my office.
Diamond left the place in a fucking mess and when I work my way through the inventory I start to wish I could kill the fucking bitch all over again. Rue actually comes down to help me out and Speck shows up with him, looking just a little more alive.
Angel lights up when he slumps into the chair next to hers in my office.
“Miss me? Fuck, I