The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,64

in my workroom. I need to know exactly how far I can take this with Odie and just how much involvement she needs in this list of mine to feel safe and whole again.

I can't let Harbin die for that shit though.

I get to the top of the stairs and a knife comes flying at me as well. If my life has taught me nothing else, it's that I'm not afraid of catching some steel between my eyes. I push the golden goddess waiting for me back home out of my mind and start throwing the knives back, mostly aiming for their legs.

Roxas lets out a shout and I stop shooting long enough to see him charge at them, Harbin coming in hot behind him and dragging two of the men to the ground.

I take the stairs three at a time to get down to them but by the time I get down there Roxas is beating one of them to a pulp and Harbin is tying two of the others up.

"I need him alive, man." I remind him but the biker just goes to fucking town on him, smashing his teeth in and crushing his ribs with his knees.

"I fucking hate cartel assholes." He pants when he finally lets the guy go, standing and stomping on his dick just to watch the guy squeal through the blood he’s coughing up and choking on.

I take stock of what's happening, of who's here bleeding at our feet and who's already fucking dead. There's an extra guy still alive, not one of the guys who took Odie so I slit his throat and watch as his blood sprays out and soaks his boss. Mecedo doesn't flinch, his eyes defiant as he glares up at me. I crouch down to wipe the blade off on his suit, smirking at him just to fuck with him a little.

"The Jackal sent you? I told him I didn't send the bikers after his drugs." he says, his lip curling.

I grab him by the throat and squeeze, letting out just enough of my anger to get through this moment without fucking gutting him right here.

The death back home will be sweeter.

"No one sent me. I'm here for something personal, something you can't talk your way out of. Fuck, I wouldn't give up your death for fucking anything."

I let him go and step away, finally noticing that Harbin is bleeding. His arm is missing a fucking chunk and blood is pouring out like a bitch all over the fucking place. I throw a tourniquet from my kit to him and he snaps it into place, pulling the cord to tighten it with his teeth.

"Cartel scum. Nothing fucking worse," he spits out, kicking Mecedo in the gut.

He's fucking savage when he gets injured, even fucking lightly. I've only seen it once before and I saw him thumb the shooter’s eyes out and crush them under his fucking boot. It's one of the reasons I get along so well with him.

We're both a little unhinged when it comes to death.

“Do you want them dead now? Fuck, I’m in the mood for squealing drug runners. They always break so fucking good.”

Mecedo stares up at Roxas like he’s some dirty biker and being in the cartel is a much more noble line of work.

Piece of filth.

“Nah, I need them alive for now. I have a very specific plan for their deaths.”

Roxas nods and holds out his hand. This is the part that’s going to hurt way more than an open wound ever could.

I hand him the keys to my Mustang.

“If you so much as fucking dent it I’ll carve out your fucking spleen and mail it to your mother.”

He tips back his head and roars with laughter, all joy and riding the high of winning out over dozens of men. That shit never gets old. Fucking never.

Then we head back to my warehouse.

Back to my workroom where the fun really begins.

When I arrive home I get the guys to help me move the cartel to my workroom before they leave, Roxas being a total dick about my fucking car.

Stupid bikers.

I find my girl covered in paint and smiling at her work, happy and content in the home I’ve built for her. Fuck, I didn’t even know I was making this place for her but fuck if it isn’t true.

“Bonjour, mon Monstre. How was your night?" she says in French, slow enough that I can catch onto what she’s saying. I’m getting better