neck before tossing it up over one of the pipes in the ceiling.
Stryker and I pull and tug on the sheet until Andrews is off the ground and there is no way of him getting down or the sheet ripping. Zach, Stryker, and I stay in the cell with him until Zach confirms there isn’t a pulse. It’s pretty anticlimactic if you ask me compared to being able to torture Neil for days on end.
After making sure Zach is taken care of, Stryker and I head out to our bikes. We casually ride back to the clubhouse. Once there, I let Slim know the job is done and head to bed. I need to wash the stench of the prison and Gwen’s father off before I get in bed with my wife. This won’t taint her like they’ve done for so much of her life. After drying off, I climb into bed with her and pull Gwen’s body close to mine. Taking in a deep breath, I inhale her scent before closing my eyes and letting sleep claim me. For the first time in months I’m calm and can rest easy with my woman by my side and our babies resting safely in her stomach.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Gwen
THINGS HAVE BEEN so much better with the club. We can relax and all leave the clubhouse without having to watch over our shoulder because someone’s after us. Or me. Killer and the rest of the men are back to joking around and spending more time with us because there isn’t a threat over us any longer. Everything is going back to normal and I’m happy as hell because it means our girls can be safe and protected without Neil breathing the same air as us.
I’ve been having my appointments with the doctor every other week now. I’m almost eight months pregnant and could honestly go into labor any time now. Killer has been worse than normal about keeping a guy on me and making sure I’m never alone. Rich, Tommy, and Stryker are the main guys with me if I leave the house or clubhouse. They’re also the guys who make my shakes for me whenever I want one. Which I’m craving one right now. Today, I’m going to make my own since I have to be at the clubhouse anyway.
We’re having a cookout just because today; there really is no special reason for us to have an impromptu gathering. In a way we’re celebrating all of the stress and craziness of the last few months being over with. I know Neil is still alive, but he can’t get free from wherever he is. Plus, I got a call from the prison that my sperm donor is no longer alive. He took the cowards way out and hung himself in his cell while he was in solitary. At least that’s the story I got. I’m not sure that’s exactly what happened to him.
I should feel some type of way because I don’t feel anything about the death of my sperm donor. There were no tears shed from his loss or any regret about not seeing him before he died. The only feeling flooding me is immense relief. Kim feels the same way. When we talked about it, she said I shouldn’t feel bad about not being upset over his death. His entire reason for living seemed to be to torture us and ensure we were miserable. Essentially he ruined our lives and now he can’t do that any longer.
So, I pushed it to the back of my mind and haven’t thought about his death since we got notified. Well, after we got done with his lawyer and heard what his will stated. It turns out he had no one else to leave anything to so Kim and I got it all. He didn’t make any other provisions for anyone else to get anything. Tommy is actually helping us out with that. He’s heading to the house to get rid of everything and find a realtor to sell it. Kim doesn’t want it and there’s no way in hell I’ll step foot in the place which holds so many of my nightmares and demons. I’d rather burn it to the ground.
Anything that can be donated, Tommy will take care of. Once that’s done, cleaners will come in and make sure every room is spotless and there’s nothing left of the horrendous acts my father let take place there. He’ll be gone until the realtor has