Ghost (A Steele Riders MC #6) - C.M. Steele Page 0,42
taser and shot him in the nuts with it. A rank smell filled the room as the fuckhead shit himself. “Damn, you’re a weak bastard, aren’t you?”
Boomer shouted, “Hose him down.”
Wrench turned on the fireman’s hose, spraying the fucker down. I raised my hand because I didn’t have patience for this. He choked and sputtered water everywhere. “What were your plans for my wife?”
“Nothing. I just wanted her back. I didn’t know she was married.”
“That’s bullshit, because I saw the shit in your trunk, you sick fuck. Now, I’m going to ask you one last time. What did you plan to do to my wife?”
“I planned to fuck her one last time before I killed her.”
“Blade.” He walked up to me, holding the weapon they found in the trunk. It was an eleven-inch hunting knife. “Thanks.” I took it and twirled it in my hand. The pussy thought he’d use this on my wife, and I felt like spilling his guts all over the ground, but that would be messy—extremely messy. Instead, I held his face and swiped the blade across his cheek.
His howling scream pissed me off even more, so I plunged the knife into his throat. He gasped as the blood squirted out of his body. “No one hurts my angel. See you in hell.” I spun around and then kicked the blade deeper until it came out the other side.
“Feel better?” Boomer asked.
“Not yet. Seeing that knife brought the reality that a few minutes more and I would have lost her. His cowardice disgusts me because he would have butchered my love.”
“We understand. Change up, and we’ll take care of this for you. Go home to your wife and hold her tonight.”
“Thank you.” I went into the shower next door and washed off the blood sprays, changing my clothes before hopping on my bike. The engine roared to life as I sped out and down toward my home where my precious wife waited for me.
The second I walked in the door, Grace stood there glaring at me. “You didn’t have to kill him because he came to get me back. I wouldn’t have left you.”
“I just meted out some justice.”
“That’s not justice,” she bit out, looking pissed off.
I didn’t want to argue about this. I needed to hold her. “Look. If you knew what I was going to do, why the fuck didn’t you argue with me earlier?”
“Because I know it’s not about him wanting me back. There’s more. Crystal said that whatever it was, it was bad. I want the truth.”
Fucking hell. Boomer is going to have to talk to his wife. Shit. “I killed the bastard, and I’d do it again. Hell, I think he died too quickly, but I don’t think it’s best that you know the ‘why.’”
“I don’t want you to lie to me, Ricardo. We’re in this together. I want the truth.”
“Fuck. Fine.” I walked past her, pacing when I looked up at her. I hated that she couldn’t let it go. I took her hand and led her to the sofa, just in case she passed out. “Are you going to promise you’re not going to freak and pass out?” She nodded. “No, Grace. I need the words. You’re my everything. I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you.”
“I promise I won’t pass out.” She cupped my face. “I love you, Ricardo.”
I squeezed her tighter than I should have, but even thinking about his plans, I couldn’t even breathe. “Okay… He had a torture and murder kit in his fucking trunk. He admitted that he planned to kill you after he took what he wanted. I gave him what he deserved. I’ll never be sorry for protecting my family.”
She threw her arms around my neck and sobbed out, “Thank you for telling me the truth. Now I don’t feel bad. He can’t hurt anyone else. I had a feeling you would say that, but I needed to be sure. I’ve been so anxious since you left.”
“Well, my brilliant, amazing wife. I might be a little crazy for awhile. He planned to take you away from me forever.” I hadn’t realized I was crying until she reached up, brushing my tears off my cheeks. “I can’t lose you, Grace. You were the only reason I hung on. I dreamed of my angel and I had to hear her giggle.”
“I’m never leaving you. And you’re there to protect me. Can you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Take me to bed and make love to