Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,93

down and I will exact more pain from him than he can ever imagine knowing.

No one hurts my woman and lives to tell the fucking story.

33

Gunnar

“You free this afternoon?” I ask Wilder over the phone while I watch Chelsea on the bed.

We arrived at the cabin about half an hour ago, and I managed to get her inside and to the bed, but fuck, that killed her. I’ve given her some painkillers that I located in the bathroom, but she needs stronger ones that I’ll organise for Wilder to bring if he’s free.

“Yeah, why?” Wilder says.

“I need your help.” I detail what’s happened and that I need him to come and stay with Chelsea while I take care of Hearst. I also ask him to bring those painkillers.

“I’m on my way,” he says, not letting me down.

“Thanks, brother.”

I end the call and crouch next to the bed. “Wilder’s bringing you some stronger drugs.”

She cracks an eye open. “Thank you.”

I want to touch her, but I don’t dare. “Baby, we’re done working your plan with Hearst.”

“I know.”

“What happened today?”

She swallows, making a pained face as she says, “I need water.”

I stand and get her a drink. I then help her drink some, hating every tortured sound she makes doing it.

“He knows I’ve been with you. I thought he was going to kill me. After he finished, he got a call and left me. He thought I’d passed out.” She pauses, looking at me like she has more to say. “I can’t be in this marriage anymore, Mason, but I’m scared of what he’ll do to you and your club.”

“When I said we weren’t working your plan with him anymore, I meant I’m fixing the problem once and for all. He won’t be able to do anything to me or my club. And he sure as fuck won’t ever be able to hurt you again.” Unable to stop myself a second longer from touching her, I gently stroke her hair. “You need to tell me what threats they made against the club that caused you to marry him.”

She nods, swallowing again like she needs water. After I help her take a few sips, she says, “They have stronger legislation drafted that is far worse than what they’ve already brought in. Your club won’t survive it. They also have evidence ready to plant in order to convict you of two murders. Strong evidence that will lock you up for life. They made threats against the families of club members too.” She slowly slides her arm across the bed so she can touch me. “Joe told me today that he’s putting an end to your club. I’m worried he’s already made a move on this.”

I clench my jaw, willing my fury to calm the fuck down. But I know it won’t. And that’s okay for later, when I take care of Hearst, but for now, I don’t want to let any of it out in front of Chelsea. She doesn’t need that. She needs me to step the fuck up and let her know I’ve got her.

“They kept using these threats to keep you playing along with the marriage?”

“Yes.” It’s one word and it falls brokenly from her, but it’s the fucking nail in both their coffins as far as I’m concerned. Her father will pay for this too.

“What was your plan to get rid of him?”

She gives me a quick rundown of what she discovered about Hearst’s involvement with the mafia, and I agree it was a good plan, but mine is far fucking better. Mine will deal with the problem once and for fucking all. And mine is the one we’re rolling with now.

Wilder arrives and I give Chelsea the stronger painkillers. Leaving her to hopefully sleep, I close the bedroom door and join Wilder in the living room.

“What’s the plan, brother?” he asks, looking concerned as I stalk past him, outside.

I need to get some of this wild anger out after holding it in with Chelsea, and that’s gonna involve me punching something a few fucking times.

I find a wall and let loose on it, and when I’m done, I look at Wilder. “I’m going to fucking kill the motherfucker. That’s the fucking plan.”

“You taking anyone with you?”

“No.”

“You need to reconsider that, brother.”

“I don’t wanna drag anyone into this shit with me.”

“Yeah, I get it, but we’re already in this shit with you. Scott needs to know what he’s up against.”

Fuck, he’s fucking right. And the fact that both Scott and