I’m hooked up to the monitors for the babies after changing into a gown. Kim stays by my side and never leaves me alone. She’s the best sister in the world.
“Killer will show up,” she tries to assure me.
I have my doubts but push them aside as I settle back in the hospital bed and wait for my doctor to get here. It should be any time now.
Chapter Thirty
Killer
AFTER GWEN FELL asleep, Fox and I went back to the clubhouse. Today is the day we end Neil. He’s been tortured and beaten by everyone in the club, including Tommy. Rich is the only one who hasn’t gotten his hands on the fucker yet. That changes now. Gwen’s good friend will be able to take out his aggression on Neil before we finally end his pathetic life.
The ol’ ladies were sent home and Tommy left. We told them we were having church and that’s why they couldn’t stay in the clubhouse. Kim is at my house with Gwen because I don’t like that she’s sick. I’ve got my phone in my pocket in case anything goes wrong though. Everyone should have their phones because we’re essentially on baby watch right now. I don’t want to miss the birth of my daughters.
Neil is still hanging by his wrists. They’ve been bleeding as he fights against them in his attempts to get away from whoever is down here beating on him. On top of all the damage I’ve previously done, Stryker has made sure all of his fingers and toes are now missing. Every inch of his body is covered in cuts and bruises from the men beating on him. There’s really not much more we can do to him.
Rich doesn’t care though. He grabs the bat from the wall where it’s been leaning since I shattered Neil’s knees. Our Prospect uses it to practice his swing against both of his arms, shoulders, his ribs, and his ankles. Neil passes out at some point while Rich is destroying him with the bat, so I pull him back in order to wake him up again. I grab the bucket of ice-cold water and toss it right in Neil’s face. He spits and sputters until finally looking through bruised eyes at me.
“You think you’ve won. I broke that bitch and she’ll never be yours. She’ll remain mine whether I’m alive or not,” Neil manages to grunt out through his pain.
“Fuck you,” I growl out, grabbing my knife.
My plan is to cut out his tongue because I don’t want to listen to another word he has to say. Rich beats me to it. He grabs a knife from the tray of tools we keep in here along with a pair of pliers. Using the pliers, he pulls his tongue out before sawing it off with a rusty blade. I never would’ve guessed he had it in him to be as crazy as us when it comes to assholes like Neil.
Blood pours from Neil’s mouth and dribbles down his chest. I’m ready for this shit to be over with now. Rich however still needs to get some aggression out. He places cuts and slices throughout Neil’s body in between the other ones. When he feels he’s done, Rich takes a page out of my playbook and rubs lemon juice in the wounds he’s just created. I think we’re all proud of Rich right now as he’s proven how much he’s willing to do to protect our women and go through in order to ensure no one touches them.
“Killer, we about done with this cocksucker?” Slim asks me as I take a long chug of the Jack I brought down with us.
“Yeah, I’m good. I think he’s been made to feel as much as my wife did before we rescued her,” I respond.
“Can I do one more thing?” Rich asks, eyeing the bat once more.
I shrug my shoulders and watch on as he picks it up. Instead of aiming for another joint, Rich slams it against Neil’s head twice and his jaw once. We can all hear the bones shatter from the force of the hit. A smile breaks out on my face as Rich leans the bat against the wall once more and steps back against the wall next to me. Removing my gun from my holster, I aim it at Neil’s head.
“Rot in hell, motherfucker!” I call out just before pulling the trigger.