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***Raven***

My eyes snap open and I stare into the darkness of the room. My pulse is racing and my breathing is ragged. Sweat is trickling down my face and my hands are clammy. I reach for Gage, but he’s not in bed. Sitting up, I try to calm my breathing. It’s not working.

I throw off the covers and head for the door. In the bar, I find Ron and Booker. They notice my panicked state and jump to their feet.

“You okay, Raven?” Ron asks.

“Where’s Gage?”

“He’s in the chapel.”

I eye the big double doors for a second before I head in that direction. Ron grabs me before I can reach them.

“You can’t go in there. I can’t let you go in there.”

“Why?”

“It’s not allowed. I’m sorry.”

“Let me go.”

“Raven –”

I pull my hand from his, plant it in his chest, and push him away. He falls back, grabbing at air to find something to hold onto. I don’t wait to see what happens. I take off running and burst through the doors. Everyone in the room turns to me in surprise. I survey the table before my gaze lands on Gage. Our eyes meet and he immediately leaves his chair. I run to him and he sweeps me up in his arms.

“Get the fuck out,” he growls at the men in the room.

As he sits with me on his lap, I listen to the shuffling sounds of everyone leaving. I tighten my good arm around him, nestling my face into his neck.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“I...I had a dream.”

“What was it about?”

“I saw it.”

“I don’t understand,” he says. “Saw what?”

“I was tied to my bed.”

His body becomes rigid and he pulls me closer. I feel the tears beginning as I remember the fear I felt in the dream.

“What else did you see?”

“Not much. It was like I was in and out of consciousness. Just glimpses of the room. I...I remember being scared.”

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here.”

“Do you think it’s a memory?” I ask. “Or just a bad dream?”

“It could be a memory. Your lab tests show you didn’t have much of the drugs in your system.”

“So, I could remember more then?”

“I don’t know, doll. Don’t worry about it. Let’s get you back to bed.”

“’Kay. I’m sorry I interrupted church.”

“Don’t be. You need me, you call me or come get me. I don’t care what I’m doing. Got it?”

“Got it.” He strokes my cheek, and that’s when I see the bandage on the knuckles of his right hand. “What happened to your hand?”

“New tat,” he says as he unwraps the bandage.

I take his hand and inspect it once it’s removed. Each knuckle is inked with a single, bold letter – R-A-V-E-N.

“You tattooed my name on your hand?” I ask in shock.

“When I find the fucker who hurt you, I want him to see your name every time my fist connects with his face.”

His jaw begins to twitch and I see a fire burning in his eyes. No, not fire. More like ice—icy, blue orbs of death. I swallow hard, thinking about what he’s going to do when he finds his mark.

He takes me back to his room and places me on my side of the bed. I watch him as he undresses then turns off the lamp and climbs in next to me. Preparing for our nightly ritual, I roll onto my side and he pulls me into his arms, my back to him. He doesn’t know that I know, but he doesn’t sleep well. Every night, he lies there until exhaustion wins out and sleep finally claims him.

I know because I do the same. I lie here every night, thinking about what happened, where my attacker is, and if he’s coming back for me. I think about Gage and the things he’ll have to do to find him and what he’ll do when he finally does. I think about my father. I think about Laurelyn. We’re both trying to mend fences, but I don’t think I’ll ever trust her. Then I think about Dani and start to feel better. It’s with her on my mind that I’m finally able to fall asleep. Always before Gage, though, and it makes me feel so guilty for being the cause.

“Gage?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you sorry?”

“Sorry for what, babe?”

“Me. Getting involved with me.”

“Raven,” he says quietly. “Turn around.”

I move carefully onto my back, favoring my shoulder, and lower my gaze as he flips the light back on. He positions himself on top of me, cupping my cheek.

“Look at me.”

My eyes meet his reluctantly as he strokes my cheek with his thumb.

“There are a lot of things that I’m sorry about. You are not one of them. You hear me?”

“You should be. Look what I’ve caused.”

“You want to know what you’ve caused? Since I met you, I’m not a miserable motherfucker anymore, moving from one woman to the next and not giving a fuck. I didn’t even realize I was miserable until you came along. You made me want more...better.”

His eyes wander over my face and the adoration in his gaze is almost too much for me to bear. He can’t feel that way. He’s just saying it all to make me feel better. If this hadn’t happened, he probably would have had his fill of me by now and moved on to the next. He’s a good man. Despite all he’s done and what he thinks of himself, there’s a lot of good in him. For him to stick by me through all this, he’s better than most men. This whole situation is just going to push him farther into the darkness that he’s always tried to protect me from – that place where he becomes Reaper, and Gage no longer exists.

“You’re more,” he continues. “You’re better...and you’re mine. No matter what.”

“But –”

“But nothing. The answer to your question is ‘no’. I’m not sorry, and I would do it all again. I would still make you mine. I know it’s rough now, but we’ll get through this...together. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I concede, not because I agree but because I want to end the conversation. He kisses my forehead and resumes his position next to me. The lights go out and he curls his arm around me once more. He’s wrong. I’m not more, and I’m not better.

I may have been once.

But I’m not anymore.

***

When I wake up, he’s not in bed. I hear a bit of commotion outside, figuring that’s what woke me up. It just sounds like a bunch of people talking, so I ignore it and head to the bathroom. I inspect the sling on my arm as I brush my teeth. The pain’s not so bad anymore. With the painkillers and Chrissy icing it for me every day, it feels a lot better. I still have some discomfort with my stitches, but that’s healing well, too, and the cuts on my legs have scabbed over and just itch like hell now. I take my pills then head back into the bedroom. I know either Aunt Nita or Ellen will be bringing me breakfast soon. As soon as I walk in the room, the noise outside hits me. My curiosity gets the best of me and I stand by the window to see what I can find out.

“What’s going on?” a man asks.

“Hunter’s offering a reward for information.”

“What kind of information?”

“I don’t know but for two million dollars, I’ll say whatever he wants me to.”

What the fuck? Two million dollars? I pull on a pair of his boxers and head outside to find Gage. He’s in the bar, talking to Dr. E and Razor. Dr. E is facing me so when he sees me, he does a chin lift in my direction to alert the others. They stop talking and turn to me. Gage furrows his brows and meets me before I can get to them.

“You okay?”

“I need to talk to you,” I tell him.

He leads me back to the bedroom, sits on the bed, and pulls me down on his lap.

“What’s up, babe?”

“You tell me. What’s this I’m hearing about a reward for information?”

“Where did you hear that?”

“I heard some men talking. They said you’re offering two million dollars. Is it true?”

“Raven, don’t worry about it.”

I get up and start pacing the room. “What do you mean ‘don’t worry about it’? Other than the fact that it’s a ridiculous amount, where are you going to get that kind of money?”

“I can afford it, trust me.”

I stop pacing and stare at him in disbelief. He can afford it? Exactly how much money does he have if he can afford to throw away two million dollars? No, doesn’t matter. I’m not letting him do this. He’s already planning ungodly things on my behalf; I can’t have him losing all his money, too.

“Call it off. Tell them it was a mistake. You can’t do this, Gage.”

“Of course I can. I am doing it.”

“Gage –”

He jumps to his feet, stopping me before I can say anything else.

“Look at me, Raven.”

I stare up at him begrudgingly. I know exactly how this is going to go. He’ll tell me what’s going to happen, ask me if I got it, and then end the conversation. I don’t even know why I try sometimes.

“All you need to think about is getting better. Let me worry about everything else. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah. I got it. I don’t like it and I’m strongly objecting, but I got it.”

“Good. Let’s find you some breakfast.”

Back in the bar, I see Laurelyn walking in, clutching tightly to Dani and her purse. I don’t blame her. Looking beyond her, I see the scores of people lining up outside. I don’t know where they came from but a million emotions come at me, hitting me like a freight train. The rape, Laurelyn, Gage planning to kill a man because of me, spending all that money. I’m so overwhelmed, I start to hyperventilate. I can’t deal.

“What’s wrong?” Gage and Laurelyn ask in unison. That’s when I notice she’s standing in front of me.

“You should leave,” I say.

“Do you want me to come back later?”

“No. You should go home.”

The hurt and disappointed expression is instantaneous. It’s for the best. I don’t know why I thought I could handle all this at once. I look down at Dani and confusion is written all over her face.

“I promise I’ll call whenever I can. I just...I can’t deal with everything right now. I need time. I’m sorry. I just can’t.”

I hurry back to Gage’s room, locking the door behind me. Leaning on the door, I slide down to the floor as the tears begin to stream down my face. How am I supposed to get through all this? No one can help me. It doesn’t matter what anyone says or does, it will never be enough.

I can’t get through this.

I won’t.

CHAPTER 7

***Raven***

Seclusion. It’s probably the only word to describe the state I’ve been in since...I don’t even know. I guess ‘reclusion’ would be a better word. I haven’t seen anyone but Gage and Dr. E since that day I told Laurelyn to go home. And seeing Dr. E was merely a necessity because he’s been checking on my injuries. The first time I saw him, he told me I hadn’t eaten in three days and he was putting me on an IV. Gage...even then, he was patient and understanding, calmly begging me to eat. I don’t know how he does it, because I haven’t even been speaking to him in complete sentences. I think the last thing I said to him was a mumbled ‘thanks’ when he sheepishly handed me a plastic bag containing three different brands of pads, tampons, and panty liners. I almost smiled at the thought of him buying them for me. Almost.

I retreated into myself, hiding away from everyone and everything, completely shutting down. At least my body is healing. All that’s left are a few scars and a nagging pain in my shoulder. Dr. E says I have to go through physical therapy and even then, it will be months before it’s back to normal. Both he and Gage have been begging me to talk to a therapist, but I can’t. I can’t talk to anyone.

It’s not like I’ve been sad or depressed...just...numb. There’s no feeling, no awareness or concept of time. I only know it’s morning when Gage drags himself out of bed. I’ve watched him daily and it’s always the same: he brings me breakfast, showers, and then tells me he has to check in with the guys or one of the businesses. He’s back in time for lunch and is with me for the rest of the day – making sure I eat and take my medication. Most of the time, he turns the TV on and I pretend to watch while he works on his laptop or his phone. Sometimes, he works out his frustrations on the punching bag.

Every now and again, one of the guys knocks on the door, they talk in hushed tones on the other side, and then he either comes back to bed or leaves for a few hours. On those occasions, I know he’s off doing bad things for me. He doesn’t tell me where he goes or what he does, but I know. I see it in his eyes when he kisses my forehead before he climbs into bed.

Right now, his punching bag is on the receiving end of a major ass-kicking. He’s been going at it for a while, longer than usual. His hair is wet and sticking to his head and face, sweat trickling down his body, making wet spots on his shorts. I sit up, pulling my knees under my chin, and watch him. Has he lost weight? Am I stressing him out? Or is all the work on the punching bag making him leaner? He looks good—amazing, in fact. And yet, I feel nothing. That magnetic pull he’s always had is missing. He’s still a sex god, but somehow he no longer has an effect on me. There are no butterflies, no thumping heart, no ragged breathing. Nothing. Just an endless void. I’m a dying star, trapped in a black hole of nothingness. And nothing can escape a black hole. He should get away from me or he’s just going to get pulled in by the gravity. Then we’ll both be trapped.

He glances my way and eases up, grabbing the bag with both hands to stop it from swinging. His breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Our eyes meet, but I drop my gaze. I can’t look into his eyes knowing I’m slowly destroying him.

“You okay?”

I nod.

“Need anything?”

I shake my head.

I feel him approaching but keep my eyes on my toes. He sits on the bed and takes my hand in his. Still nothing.

“Raven...I understand your need to check out. I do. But I can’t stand to see you like this anymore. Tell me, what can I do to make it better?”

“Break...” My voice catches so I clear my throat and raise my eyes to his. “Break up with me.”

“What?” His brows furrow in disbelief.

“Break up with me. Kick me out. Go back to a life where you don’t have to deal with me and my shit. Be...” I feel the tears coming on and raise my eyes to the ceiling, blinking to try and hold them back. “Be happy.”

“I’m not doing that, Raven. I can’t do that. I told you we’d get through this together, and we will.”

“Why? I’ve done nothing but fuck up your life. God knows what you’re out there doing trying to find this guy. Babysitting me is probably affecting your businesses, and who knows when was the last time you had sex –”

“Stop it.”

My eyes snap to his face at the gruffness of his voice. That’s the harshest he’s spoken to me in a long time.

“Just stop it. I’m not doing anything I haven’t done before. How do you think I got the name ‘Reaper’? I kill people, Raven. I got so fucking good at it that everyone saw fit to give me the name that personifies death. I’m not the monster under the bed. Monsters check under their beds for me.” He closes his eyes, trying to rein in his anger but when he opens them, it’s still there. “My businesses are fine. That’s why I hire people. And don’t even mention sex to me. That’s the last thing on my mind right now.”

That was a stupid thing for me to say. Why would sex be on his mind? It’s not like I’m at my most desirable. He slides his palm to the back of my neck, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, the anger is gone.

“You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care about you. I’m going to find this guy and I’m going to help you through this, no matter what. We’ll come out on the other side and move on with our lives. You want me to be happy? Make me happy, because I won’t be if I don’t have you.”

“Gage...”

There’s no holding them back now. Tears stream down my cheeks as his words flow through me. After everything, he still thinks I can make him happy. How can I when I’m a miserable shell of the girl I once was? Is it even possible to be her again?

I go rigid as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. Since I was in the hospital, all I’ve gotten are forehead or cheek kisses. I don’t even know how to respond to his lips on mine. He doesn’t push me, though, only kissing my forehead before heading to the bathroom. Stopping in the doorway, he turns to me.

“You’re not going anywhere, Raven...and neither am I.”

I stare at the closed bathroom door and contemplate his words. He thinks we can get through this and be like we were before. That’s never going to happen. Things will never be the same between us.

There’s a knock at the door and I turn my attention there. Usually, I’d let it go unanswered. They’d get the message that Gage isn’t here or is unavailable and leave after a while. This time, though, I answer it. Tek steps back, obviously a little shocked. He recovers quickly and gives me a big smile.

“It’s been too long since I’ve seen that beautiful face.”

“Hi, Tek.” I give him a weak smile. “He’s in the shower. You want to come in and wait?”

Again, he’s taken aback, but he nods and steps past me. He grabs the chair in the corner, turns it backward, and straddles it.

“How are you, baby girl?”

“Okay, I guess. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know...hacking into systems I shouldn’t be. Same ol’ same ol’.”

I climb back into bed, careful not to flash him. Panties and one of Gage’s T-shirts have become my permanent wardrobe. Gage moved all my stuff from Lonnie’s a while back, but it was pointless. I haven’t worn any of my clothes. My kindle and MP3 player sit unused. He bought me a new phone because the guy who attacked me smashed mine to pieces, but it also sits idly on the nightstand. I haven’t even turned it on. He set up my art equipment in a corner of the room, but that’s been untouched, too.

Tek keeps a close eye on me, no doubt gauging my mood. “How’s your shoulder?” he asks.

“Better.”

“Good.” He taps his fingers on the chair, filling the awkward silence.

I can tell he doesn’t know which way to tread with me. I’m about to try and put him at ease when Gage steps out of the bathroom. He’s wearing a pair of those sexy boxers I love, so I wait for the flutter in my belly, the clenching of my muscles, but nothing happens. I sigh deeply and look away. I can tell he’s shocked to see Tek, but he doesn’t comment.

“You got something?” he addresses Tek.

“Yeah. But we gotta move fast. Razor already left with the guys. Told him where to meet up.”

“Five minutes.”

“Got it.” He springs out of the chair and heads for the door. “See you around, baby girl.”

“Bye, Tek.”

Gage moves to his closet and begins pulling out clothes – black jeans, black shirt, and black shoes. When he slides on his cut and covers it with a black hoodie, I know he’s off to what he says he does best. Gage may have walked out of the bathroom, but it’s Reaper leaving the clubhouse tonight. He grabs a black duffel bag out of the closet and drops it on the bed.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, but don’t wait up.”

Noticing the apprehension in my eyes, he takes both my hands in his, and kisses my knuckles.

“Be careful,” I whisper.

“I will. The prospects will be here if you need anything.”

Then, he’s gone. Anxiety eats away at me until I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to be alone right now. I pull on a pair of his boxers and head out to find the prospects. The blonde trick who was all up on Gage is behind the bar. She watches me with disdain as I pass, but I ignore her. Ron and Booker are on the couch smoking, two Hounds hanging off them. When Ron sees me approaching, he shoos away the one next to him. I raise a brow at him, wondering what Chrissy would do with this bit of information. Then again, they may not even be together anymore. Some best friend I am. Gage gives me messages from her, but I haven’t spoken to her. Not even a damn text. I need to fix that.

“Hi,” I say as I stand before him awkwardly.

“Hey.”

I really don’t know what else to say to him, but he instantly puts me at ease with an outstretched hand. I curl up next to him and he places his arm around my shoulder. As I settle into his embrace, he offers me his joint. I take a long, hard look at it and think why not? Maybe it will give me a little vacation from my own head.

I accept it, place it between my lips, and take a deep puff.

***Gage***

Raven consumes my thoughts as we ride. We finally tracked down the man responsible for the drug they used on her. They call it Dutch Wife, after a fucking sex doll. After all, that’s essentially what it does – turns a woman into a human sex doll. My hands tighten on the handle bars as my anger rises. Not a minute goes by that I don’t think about her lying there helpless, being used and abused. With all my talk of keeping her safe, I didn’t. I told her my name would protect her and it did the opposite. It got her hurt. I got her hurt. The least I can do is find the people responsible and make them pay. I have The Pharmacist in my sights, and there’s no way he’s living to see another sunrise.

Tek and I meet up with the others at the rendezvous point and I hop off my bike. I give Razor a chin lift and he walks up to me.

“Scoped it out. Seems to be a warehouse. Could be a lab, too, with the smell coming out of it. Got two men on the perimeter, two loading a truck, and the truck driver. Don’t know how many on the inside, but your guy went in fifteen minutes ago.”

I nod and grab my duffel bag, unzipping it without a word. I hand out gloves, radios, throat mics, and night vision goggles. They all know the drill. Each man reaches into the bag, grabbing extra mags. I tuck my Glock into the back of my jeans, strap another to one ankle, my knife to the other. Razor and I pull out our rifles – SRS A-1 Coverts. I love this baby. It’s compact, accurate, and has a thousand-yard capability. I attach the thermal vision scope and suppressor, and then look around at my guys.

“Ready?” They all nod. “Let’s go.”

This place is in the middle of the woods. I don’t even know how Tek found it, but I learned to stop questioning his methods a long time ago. We approach carefully, cloaked in darkness. Even the moon decided to stay hidden tonight. We may just be a group of bikers, but we move with the precision of a SEAL team. Once the front of the building is in sight, I signal to Motor.

“See if there are any other ways in.”

The place looks unassuming, if not out of place. It’s nothing but a big barn, at least on the outside. Who knows what’s on the inside. I put on my goggles and take everything in quickly. It’s just like Razor said. I can take out the men on patrol easily enough; the others are a little tricky. The driver is behind the wheel. If he falls forward, he lands on the horn, alerting everyone. The other two are behind the box truck and are mostly obscured by it. We get a break when the driver hops out of the truck and heads toward the woods while saying he’s going to take a piss. I send Crow in his direction. This just might work out. I probably won’t even need the rifle.

One of the men patrolling realizes the driver hasn’t returned and tells the other he’s going to check it out. I alert Crow so he can handle it, then I toss a rock, drawing the attention of the other man. He jerks his gun up, pointing it where the rock landed before heading in that direction. I send Venom to handle him while Razor and I move to take out the men loading the truck. We use the truck to our advantage, hiding our approach, catching them with their backs turned. I grab one, snapping his neck in one fluid move. Razor takes his time, choking out the other. Motor’s voice comes through in my ear.

“Found a way in the back, boss. Got six on the inside, including our guy.”

“Weapons?”

“Nothing visible. They’re just talking.”

“Razor, Venom, you’re with me. Crow, Allah, you’re with Motor. We’ll come at them from both sides. Tek, cut the lights on my say.”

Razor and Venom look to me for instruction once the others leave. “Once Tek cuts the lights, Razor, we take out the straddlers. Briggs is mine.”

Tek comes on the radio, telling me he’s in place.

“Motor, we’re going in blind. What’s Briggs’ position?”

“He’s the biggest motherfucker in the room, boss. Can’t miss him.”

I tie my bandana over my nose and mouth while Razor and Venom do the same. Like thieves in the night, we move through the entrance. Just like I suspected, this is no barn. We enter a long corridor and I hear voices ahead. There are stacks of boxes just outside the corridor we can use to our advantage. I signal the men and we all drop down, crawling into the room, hiding behind the boxes. I take a careful peek over them to assess the situation. With all the equipment in this place, it has to be his lab. Briggs is in the middle of the group of men, a huge grin on his face. Not for long.

“Briggs is in the middle,” I tell Razor. “You take the two on the left, I got the rest. Motor, stand down.” Looks like I’ll get to use the SRS after all. “Let’s go night-night, Tek.”

The second the room goes dark, Razor and I move into position. I hear Briggs tell one of his men to check the breaker. He only takes one step before Venom drops him. I line up the others in my scope and take them out before Briggs can finish asking what’s going on.

“Tek, let there be light.”

He cuts the lights back on and I rise to my feet, moving toward Briggs with my gun pointed at him.

“Hands where I can see ‘em,” I tell him.

He does as he’s told but has a condescending smirk on his face. I can’t wait to get my hands on him. Venom pats him down, taking a Desert Eagle from a shoulder holster.

“I want my lawyer,” he states as I place my gun and goggles on a nearby table.

“You think we’re cops?” I ask. “Think again.” I get in his face and pull my bandana down so he can see mine. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”

All the guys are gathered now and Briggs looks around nervously. Razor pulls cable ties from his pocket while Crow grabs a chair. As they tie him down, Briggs starts rambling about us not knowing who he is and what he can do to us. I remove my gloves, take a look at Raven’s name on my knuckles, and then punch him in the mouth to shut him up. It works.

“Search the place,” I tell Tek and Motor.

Briggs watches quietly as I pull up a chair and sit in front of him. “Do you know who I am?”

He takes a good look at me, but I don’t see recognition in his eyes.

“I have no idea,” he answers, spitting blood on the floor.

“Doesn’t matter. Dutch Wife...that’s your product, right?”

“Aah.” He smiles, licking his busted lip. “My pride and joy. Took me years to perfect that one. If you’re looking for a distribution deal, this isn’t the way I do business.”

“Not looking to do business, asshole. I need information.”

“Why would I tell you anything?”

I pull my knife from the holster on my ankle and inspect the blade. I’m dying to see his blood dripping from it. “Oh, I can be very persuasive.”

“I don’t even know you. What kind of information can I possibly give you?”

“Stony View,” I say. “Who distributes for you around there?”

“Never heard of it. I don’t do small towns,” he regards me with a sneer. “Small money.”

“Okay. Who distributes for you in Atlanta?”

He doesn’t answer, just stares at me like he’s bored or I’m an inconvenience. I lean in and show him the blade of my knife. “Notice anything about it?”

“It’s a knife.” He shrugs.

“Not big or sharp. No good for cutting, slicing...but does a hell of a job when I need to poke holes into things...people.”

He swallows hard but doesn’t make a sound. That is until I sink the blade into his thigh with all the strength I can muster. He squeals like the pig he is. “Feel like talking yet?” I ask as I twist the blade.

“Motherfucker!” he shouts.

“No?” I pull the knife out and slam it into his other thigh. He howls in pain but still says nothing. No problem. I can do this all night. I stand and show him my knuckles. “What does that say?”

“Raven?”

“Yeah. Raven.” His head snaps back at the first punch. By the third, I feel a few of his teeth give way. I stop counting after ten.

“Boss, found this.” I turn to Tek, breathing heavily, and watch as he approaches with a black briefcase.

“Can you open it?”

He inspects it then gives me a maniacal grin. “Sure. All I need is a thumbprint.”

“I like the way you think, Tek,” I reply, knowing exactly where he’s going with this.

“May I?” Razor inquires.

“Go ahead.” I gesture to Briggs.

Razor cuts the cable tie from one of Briggs’ hands and removes a pruning shear from his pocket. Briggs begins to squirm. I guess he can still see. For now.

“No. You can’t –”

His index finger is gone before he can finish his objection. He screams like a bitch this time. He’s crying now, tears running down his face.

“Oops. You said thumb, right?”

I chuckle at the expression on Razor’s face. Fucker enjoys this kind of thing.

“Move out of the way.” Venom steps up. “You play too much.”

He grabs the shears and I revel in the sound of metal cutting through bone. Seems the men want to have some fun because Venom took the tip of Briggs’ middle finger, from the first joint up. It’s a little cathartic listening to his screams. Raven screamed and no one helped her.

Allah steps forward next and Venom hands him the shears. He actually removes the thumb then gives Tek a confused look.

“Did you want the left or the right?” he asks.

“Which one did you get?”

“Left.”

“I need the right then,” Tek replies with a grin.

Crow moves toward Briggs and pulls out his knife. It’s nothing like mine. That shit has a nine-and-a-half inch, partially serrated blade. He keeps it sharp, too. Briggs can’t keep his head steady. The smell of blood fills my nostrils and it smells a lot like retribution. Crow drags a table over to Briggs and cuts his other hand loose, splaying his fingers on it. One clean slice and his thumb is gone. Briggs barely makes a sound.

Tek opens the briefcase, pulls out a laptop, and then starts rifling through the papers in it.

“Why...why are you doing this?” Briggs asks, his voice barely audible.

I stand and stare down at this pathetic excuse of a human being, now as helpless as the victims of his drug. “What were you thinking when you created Dutch Wife, huh? What? No woman could stand to be with a bitch like you, so you decided to take their choice away?”

His head lolls back. He’s losing a lot of blood and may not be conscious much longer. I need to get something out of him fast.

“Who’s your distributor?”

“Prez,” Tek calls out to me. “Found something.” He shows me a document. “It’s where the truck was headed. Address in ATL.”

“Well,” I say to Briggs. “Looks like I don’t need you anymore.” I jerk my head at Allah and Crow. “Torch it.” There’s no way I’m leaving this place standing.