The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,84

say about this. I'm glad she's making friends at school, though the idea of the Wolf of Mounts Bay making friends with normal teenage girls is hilarious to me.

Do they know she slits throats for money in the summer?

"Do we need to postpone the honeymoon? I will. I'll stay here and fix this mess with you right now if you need it, kid."

She shakes her head. "I'm renting a place on the south side, close to your warehouse and the MC just in case. I had the Coyote rig the security on the place so I'm not worried about being caught unaware. We've learned that lesson."

Illi doesn't look any happier. He frowns at her like he's planning on stuffing her into his suitcase and dragging her to France with us. I sigh a little under my breath. It would be lovely to take her with us, to show her all of the sights of the world outside of this city, but she's a child and still in school. She can't skip any of her education, not at the prestigious preparatory academy she attends.

Not without risking the future she’s worked so hard to have a chance at.

"I don't like this." Illi finally mutters, though he's loud enough for us both to hear it.

She shrugs, giving him a lopsided grin. "You don't have to like it, that's what's happening. I'll call the bikers if I need anything but my plan for summer is to keep my head down and my profile low. I'm not looking at starting a war."

Something twists in my gut at those words but she finally pushes away from the car and gives me another quick hug, bumping her fist with Illi, and then disappearing into the busy streets of the city center.

I turn to look at Illi but he's still watching her, his eyes far more honed than mine. "If she's not safe, we should stay."

He turns to look at me, opening the car door and ushering me in. "She'll be okay. The guys would never let me down like that and Harbin seems pretty fond of her these days. We need this break, baby girl."

He needs the break... and the death of my father at his hands.

All I need is him and my paints and our little apartment and the promise of a future for us both.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Illi

Bingley is a fucking nightmare.

The hotel room he’s in with the kid is on the top floor, not easy for me to get to without attracting attention, but the fact I know he’s raping a kid right now… fucking impossible not to just kill the cunt.

I don’t care that she walked in there with him willingly. She’s skin and fucking bones, a starving kid isn’t consenting. She’s trying not to fucking die.

The fact she reminds me of Lips… that’s just making this entire thing ten times worse. I need to get back to the apartment and scrub this from my skin, kiss my girl and forget about how entirely fucked up the world is.

The fact the Crow wants him alive is killing me too.

I’d kill this cunt for free if he’d told me what the fuck he’s doing.

So I pay off the receptionist and the bellboy. They both know the score and are happy enough to be getting paid for the help rather than dealing with threats from me. Neither of them looked happy about the Mounty kid going up there but there’s fuck all they could do about it. Call the cops and you lose your job.

Lose your job, you might be the one going into a rich man’s hotel room to suck him off to eat.

Fuck it, I’m not waiting around.

I use the master swipe card from the reception to get in, my gun in my hand with the safety on. I want him scared, not dead. Fuck, but I do really want him dead.

They hear the door opening and Bingley climbs off of the bed, his pants undone and his dick out. The kid still has clothes on, thank fuck, and her eyes are glazed over. Did he drug her or has she taken something to be able to get through this?

Fuck.

“Who the fuck are you? How the fuck did you get a key?”

God, even the sound of his voice has my jaw clenching so fucking hard I might break my teeth. “Zip up and throw on a shirt, we’re going for a ride.”

His lip curls as he snaps off the condom and fixes his pants. At