by Jenika Snow
“You okay?” Kink asked her.
She licked her lips and nodded. “I’m fine.” She lifted her hand and waved at Cookie. “Bye.” When the front door shut behind her Cookie exhaled and held Kink’s hand again.
“She’ll come to you when she’d ready.” She squeezed his hand.
He nodded.
“How about getting me something strong to drink?” Cookie said.
Kink looked at her and smiled. “If you get drunk I am going to make you stay here for the night.”
She leaned forward and said, “I was planning on it anyway.” She wanted to be here for Kink, but she also wanted to be here for Callie. How strange, but wonderful, that in such a short time frame she could come to care about these two people so damn much.
Chapter Seventeen
One week later
Kink, Malice, and Lucien all sat around the card table, beers in front of them and a pile of cash in the center of the table. Lucien was still recovering, and staying at the club where everyone could look after him and help him if he needed anything seemed like the best thing. Right now the club was quiet, with most of the guys out for the evening, either at their places, getting drunk at one of the local bars, or even watching over the girls at the cabin. Cookie was at home, going over online classes she wanted to take in the fall. Kink was proud of her for taking that step, and glad that she was finishing something to help keep her busy. Although he didn’t want to tell her what to do or keep her locked up because he wanted to keep her safe, this was her life, and she had had enough people holding her back. Because she was thinking about going to school she was working less at the club, and honestly he was thankful for that. No fucking way did he want his old lady here seeing all the raunchy shit these guys did.
“I’ll raise ten,” Malice said and tossed the money in the center.
“I fold,” Lucien said and tossed his cards down. “How’s Adrianna doing?” Lucien asked.
Malice leaned back and grinned. “She’s good, real good actually.” Malice tossed his cards down, face-up, and his grin widened. “She actually kicked me out of the house so her and Dakota can have a movie, popcorn, and pizza date.”
Kink started chuckling. “It takes a strong woman to handle your ass, Malice.”
Lucien started laughing, and then groaned.
“Easy, sir-laugh-a-lot,” Malice said, and Kink burst out laughing.
“You got one strong woman, too, Kink,” Lucien said, and reached out for his beer. He tossed the rest of the alcohol back.
The front doors burst open, and they turned and stared at Cain. But Cain wasn’t alone, and the man that he dragged in, half dead, busted and bruised, and spilling blood on the club floor.
They stood in unison, looked at each other, and then looked at Cain again.
“Brother, what the fuck is going on?” Lucien asked, but Kink already knew what was happening.
Cain lifted the groaning man high enough that they got a look at his fucked-up face, and then he tossed him onto the floor. The guy’s head cracked against the ground, and Cain walked over his body. From the distance Kink could see the busted up knuckles Cain was sporting as he reached across the bar for a bottle of tequila. He drank a good portion of it before slamming the bottle back on the bar, and then turned around and faced them. “That motherfucker right there.” He tipped his chin toward the guy on the ground.
“Is the one that messed with Fallina.” Kink finished Cain’s sentence, and the other club member nodded.
“What the hell are you doing bringing him here?” Malice asked and moved over to the guy, pushed him onto his back with a boot, and stared down at him.
“I am kind of low on places I can torture a prick that tried to rape my daughter,” Cain said and looked at Lucien. “I need a place to store him until I’m done.”
“Done doing what?” Kink pretty much knew what Cain wanted to do, and he didn’t blame the man. If it was reversed and some asshole had tried touching his kid he would have torn their limbs off and sat there to watch them die.
“Getting vengeance for all the pain my daughter has had to live with because of this bastard.” Cain grabbed the bottle again and drank more, his stare trained on the man on the floor.
The three of them moved over to Cain, stared at the man who was like their family, and watched as the emotions played across his face.
“I want to watch him hurt, want to see the pain on his face, and want to have him realize that he’ll die at my hands., Cain gritted out. “And I didn’t know where else to go, so once I found out where the asshole was, this was the first place I thought of.”
Lucien grabbed his shoulder, and Kink could see him squeezing it lightly. “He hurt your daughter, and that means he messed with this whole fucking club.” Lucien moved a step back. “Let’s take him to the garage. The cement floor is coated so the blood won’t stain.”
And then they were hauling the man out that was about to live the last moments of his life out in agony.
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