Griff now have eyes on them again makes me think Chelsea’s right. That Hearst has already put his plans into motion.
I force out a harsh breath and nod. “I’ll call Scott.”
“I’ll stay here with Chelsea as long as you need me to.”
“Thanks, brother.”
I pull out my phone and call my president. After I detail the events of today for him, he says, “Griff and I still have heat on us, but J and Nash are clear. They’ll go with you. I’ll also organise for Blade to take your back. And Gunnar?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t leave this motherfucker breathing. I don’t fuckin’ care what he does to threaten the club; no one fuckin’ threatens our women.”
An hour later, the four of us storm Chelsea’s home and find Hearst sitting in an armchair in his lounge room waiting for us. The cunt looks smug as fuck sitting there drinking his whisky.
“Where is she?” he demands, standing.
“I have her as far fucking away from you as I can,” I snarl. “And you won’t ever be getting your hands on her again.”
“Oh I think we both know that’s not true.”
J steps forward, a feral expression on his face. “You think you’re gonna survive the fucking day, Hearst? You’re fucking not.”
Hearst’s gaze snaps to J. “It seems we’ve got a trade to make.”
“What fuckin’ trade is that?” Nash asks, knowing full fucking well we’re not here to make any trades.
“You give me my wife back and I give you your club back. If you’re not aware by now, the police have stepped up their efforts against you, and tomorrow Novak will push through new legislation to assist them with that. I’m the only one who can put a stop to all of that, so I suggest you do as I say.”
“You’re not fucking getting her back,” I say.
He eyes me. “I am, and when I do, I’m going to spend time making her regret the fact she let you between her legs.” He comes closer to me. “I thought I was fucking her enough to keep her from straying. Now that I know she requires more to be satisfied, I’ll be sure to fuck her multiple times a day.”
I see fucking red.
It blazes in my eyes, in my head, all the fuck around me.
And it forces its way out of me in a punch that propels Hearst against the wall.
Closing the distance between us in two angry strides, I punch him again while roaring, “You will never fucking touch her again!”
He fights back, punching me, but he’s outnumbered here, and since we’re not making any trades or agreements, he has no hope of surviving this.
After we exchange a few punches, Blade steps in and pulls me off him. “We need to get out of here, Gunnar. The longer we stay, the higher the risk.”
I know what he’s saying, and he’s right. The plan is to take Hearst up to Mt Glorious and rid this earth of him. I would have preferred to take my time with him, days of my fucking time, but with the cops back on us, that’s not a good plan.
Hearst wipes blood from his nose as he looks at me. “Novak’s waiting for my call to assure him his daughter will be returned. If he doesn’t receive that call tonight, he will proceed with this legislation.”
I grip his neck and yank him closer. “What you’re not fucking getting here is that we don’t cave to fucking demands. We’ll take our fucking chances with convincing Novak to leave our club alone, and to be really fucking honest, with the shit we have on the both of you, I don’t think he’ll be passing that fucking legislation.”
Letting him go, I sucker punch him and knock him the fuck out.
Blade looks at me. “Your woman must be made of fucking steel to have put up with this motherfucker.”
Yeah, she fucking is.
We get Hearst in our van and I follow them on my bike that I left at his place earlier. An hour and a half later, J, Nash, and Blade dig his grave while I take the breath from his fucking lungs.
With his hands and feet tied, I slam him up against a tree and take to him with my fists. I pound them into him while thinking about what he’s done to Chelsea. I don’t know all the ways he’s abused her over the last few months, but I can take a good fucking guess, and I make him hurt for every one of those wrongs.
Every