is the best thing for me right now. Especially with the babies I’m carrying.
Chapter Twenty
Killer
AFTER MAKING SURE Gwen is fast asleep for now, I carefully slip out of bed and make my way down to the common room where the rest of my brothers are waiting on me. Not a single one of them are happy or relaxing. Each man sitting in front of me is pissed as fuck we let a piece of shit like Torres get in the club. Even as a Prospect. No man will ever put his hands on a female or child. For him to believe it’s okay is something we’re against. None of us give a shit if we catch a charge for beating the fuck out of some asswipe who hits on women in anger or simply because he feels he can.
“Who’s ready to get this shit taken care of?” I ask when I hit the last step.
Everyone chimes in that they’re ready to beat the fuck out of this asshole and take out the trash. Plus, I’m seriously wondering if he knows more about what’s going on with Gwen than we thought up to this point. Not a single one of us like having doubts about one of our members, including the Prospects. However, we won’t hesitate to take these assholes out if we find out about their betrayal.
Turning on my heel, I make my way down to the basement where Torres is waiting on us. Stryker already has his ass strung up with chains from a rafter in the ceiling. His toes barely hit the ground and I see my brother already got a few good hits on him if the swelling and slight bruising is any indication. A smile covers my face at the knowledge Stryker wasn’t going to let him get away with the shit we heard upstairs. Especially knowing he was directing those comments toward my ol’ lady. A woman who wouldn’t hurt a fly. However, she’d protect those she loves and cares about with any means necessary.
“Why the fuck do you think it’s okay to put your hands on a woman to put her in her place?” Slim questions him, getting in his face.
“Bitches aren’t anythin’ but that. They’re a hole to sink into, do your chores, and make sure her man is taken care of. Anythin’ other than that, they don’t need to be a part of, or they can feel my hand on their face,” Torres responds as if he’s not about to get the fuck beat out of him.
“You guys hear this shit?” Slim asks, a smile covering his face.
Torres begins laughing as if we’re simply joking around and this is part of him being a Prospect. It’s not. He’ll be finding that out really quick. Especially when Slim steps back and lets me have at this cocksucker.
“First of all, our women, or any woman associated with the club, is to be cherished. We don’t lay our fuckin’ hands on them in anger or lash out at them for any reason. They are more than fuckin’ eye candy meant to remain silent by our side. These women are our equals. Now, I want to really know how you knew there would be a package at the gate for Gwen. Robbie didn’t call you. That leads me to believe you’ve been havin’ a hand in makin’ sure my woman is sufferin’. While she’s on bedrest and carryin’ my babies in her belly. You got two motherfuckin’ seconds to start talkin’ before I blow your brains out,” I taunt him, knowing that won’t be happening because I’ll gut the fucker slowly.
Torres starts laughing his ass off once more. What the hell is it with this guy laughing at everything?
“You guys are nothin’ but pussies. Lettin’ your women do whatever the fuck they want, talk to you how they want, and hang out at the clubhouse instead of takin’ advantage of the pussy here. I’ll admit, you got some nice merchandise hangin’ around the club. Girls Neil won’t mind gettin’ his hands on. Startin’ with your bitch,” he finally says, looking me dead in the eyes.
“The fuck you just say?” Slim yells as every man in the room steps forward.
“Neil is gonna take down this fuckin’ club and he’s startin’ with the bitches. Don’t matter if it’s your ol’ lady, the sluts, or any other female associated with the club. Not a single one of your asses are gettin’ out of this alive,” he responds, a smile