he puts that part of himself on the back burner so I get his soft and sweet. He’s not shy about voicing his love for me or showing it in the small touches and gestures. That’s why I fall even more in love with him every single day.
Pulling into the clubhouse parking lot, the men park their bikes in the assigned spots while Killer parks my car right next to the door. I don’t bother moving as I know Killer will get upset. He likes to open my door for me and if he can get away with it, he’ll carry me to wherever we’re heading. Today is one of those days I need him to do that for me.
Once I’m out of the car, Slim steps up and places a soft kiss against my temple. He looks at me with something akin to admiration in his eyes. These guys weren’t there to see the panic flooding my body and rendering me almost paralyzed as I calmed myself down. I offer him a soft smile before turning my face into Killer’s neck.
“Get your woman settled and then we’ll meet in church,” Slim tells Killer.
We’re back on the move as Killer heads inside and I feel him carry me up the stairs. Without dropping me or shifting me very much, Killer pulls his keys from his pocket and unlocks our door. After walking through and closing it behind us, he carries me over to the bed. I’m laid down before he takes off my shoes and helps me get settled in bed. Instead of leaving me alone, he takes off his cut, shirt, and boots before joining me. I’m wrapped up in his arms. Sleep claims me slowly as I let my eyes drift close while his body heat soaks into me. It never fails to put me to sleep quickly.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Killer
GWEN FELL ASLEEP faster than I thought she would. Between the pregnancy and everything going on, I’m not surprised it was almost instantaneous. I don’t like the way she sleeps so much lately and the stress all of this is putting on her. I know my woman good enough to know she trusts me to take care of her. However, Neil is a dangerous man, and he won’t get close to her. Not if I can help it.
I slide out of bed and make sure Gwen is covered up so she’s warm, Arranging the pillows around her, I want her to feel as if I’m still in bed with her. To have my scent surround her and realize I’m still close by if she needs me. After putting on my shirt, I make my way out of the room we share. Today I’ll make our work quick as I can so I can get back up to her. I’m tired of playing games with these assholes. They seem to be coming out of the woodwork and gunning for my ol’ lady.
Walking to the common room, no one’s around. I take a chance and make my way to the basement. As I get closer to the first room where the man is most likely being held, I open the door to find the men surrounding him. He’s already beaten, bloody, and covered in bruises beginning to form all over his body. I haven’t even been gone all that long. Rich must have done a real number on him. That makes me proud as fuck.
“What have you gotten out of him so far?” I question as I lean against the wall with Slim and Playboy, the smell of piss and shit filling my nostrils.
I’ve been down here so much, the sickening smell almost doesn’t phase me anymore. Almost. The main thing it tells me is this man is weak, a pathetic excuse of a man who has no problem taunting and torturing a woman. This piece of shit is among those we have no problem ridding the world of because he’s a monster and will do anything he’s told for whatever is being held over his head. Usually it’s drugs or the promise of riches he’d never dream of having on his own.
“Not much. Stryker is just takin’ out some aggression until you got down here,” Slim answers.
“I see. Stryker, it’s my turn,” I state, cracking my knuckles and stepping forward.
The man pisses himself once more as I get closer to him. I stop dead in my tracks, so it doesn’t get on my boots or the bottom of my jeans. Looking