off as they drag him from my home. I quickly walk through the house to make sure he didn’t ruin anything Gwen has done to make this place our home instead of somewhere to rest our heads once in a while. Once Rich and I make sure nothing is out of place, we lock everything back up and make our way to the clubhouse.
“Rich, I want you to remain glued to Gwen’s side,” I order him, knowing he wouldn’t have it any other way. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to land a few shots on him before we kill him.”
Rich may only be a Prospect, but he’s done everything in his power to help ensure Gwen has been safe and protected while I’m not with her. He’s more of a brother to her than anyone else. We go our separate ways once we’re back in the clubhouse. I head to the basement while he makes his way to the common room.
When I get in the room where Neil is, I see they’ve already stripped him of his clothes, leaving him in nothing more than a pair of designer boxers. Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me.
“I want his boxers off too. They kept Gwen naked a lot of times and he definitely deserves to be treated less than she was. My woman went through hell and he’s goin’ to experience that same treatment firsthand,” I state, walking up to him and removing my knife from the holder on my hip.
Slicing through the silk material, I watch as they drift down to the floor covered in a plastic sheet. Neil still keeps the venomous look on his face. Yeah, he won’t be looking like that for very long.
“So, you’ve been comin’ after my woman. Why?” I question him, running my blade down the center of his chest.
“She’s mine. Was given to me by her father. I’ve already been in her body and there’s no way she’s not coming with me,” he states as if he’ll be walking out of here alive.
“You think you’re gonna get out of here alive?” I growl out.
“I know I am,” he states, his voice sounding very confident.
“Why is that?” Stryker questions him.
“Because I have more money than you’ll ever have and powerful connections who know exactly where I am right now,” he tells us as if we care.
“No, you really don’t have more money than what we have. You don’t even have more money than what I have in my bank account right now. And all of our money isn’t blood money from sellin’ young girls and women. We don’t sell drugs to kids. Or put guns in the hands of the innocent. All to make a buck without carin’ about anythin’ else,” I tell him, knowing every detail about his sordid life.
Neil’s eyes widen at the information I have on him. Fox has been digging into every single aspect of his life and we know it all. Including the accounts, he has overseas trying to hide money. Money that’s no longer filling those accounts. Fox worked his magic, and that money is now in an account for my wife. To compensate for all of the pain and suffering she’s been through because of him.
“Fox, why don’t you show him all of the work you’ve been doin’,” I tell him, watching on as Fox grabs his laptop and pulls up the screen to show off his handiwork.
I watch as Neil’s face contorts in anger. He’s seeing all of his money is gone from the accounts he’s been filling up for years. My wife now has several million dollars to her name, and she doesn’t even know it. She’ll be able to do whatever she wants to and never have to worry about anything ever again. Not that she’s getting away from me; I’ll never leave her side. Or any of our children.
“You can’t do this to me!” Neil screams out. “You’ll be ruined. Someone very close to you has been helping me lately and has all the information of where I am and who has me.”
“No. See, you’re gonna be the one who’s ruined. Then you’ll be buried in a shallow grave where no one will ever find your remains,” I state, grabbing the baseball bat resting against the wall. “Who the fuck do you think is gonna help you that’s close to us? We don’t let strangers in and the problems we did have attached to the club because of you are no longer a threat.”