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Then, I want that fucking implant removed so I can fill her with as many kids as I want. She’ll be lucky if me, Brix, and Madd don’t keep her barefoot and pregnant until her body can’t take anymore, or she goes into menopause and can no longer breed for us.

I nod at him and stand back, my arms crossed over my chest, staring at Everest as he begins the process of examining her, removing the implant, then drawing blood to test her for any STIs.

Once that’s done, he pulls a syringe from his bag, pierces the skin directly over the scars left from our teenage stupidity, and inserts the tracker.

“I don’t see any physical evidence of any kind of infection, but I’ll let you know what her blood says when I get the results,” Nick says, standing and pulling off his gloves before tossing them into a waste can near the bed.

“I want the results tomorrow,” I say.

“I have zero control over that, Kato, and you know it.”

Rolling my head, I crack my neck and continue to glare at him until he holds up his hands.

“I’ll do what I can, but don’t come gunning for me if the lab is backed up.”

With that, he packs up and leaves us with the woman who destroyed us, destroyed our lives, and will now be paying with every minute of the remainder of hers.

All three of us will make sure she’s reminded every single day of the pain she put us through, the hell she forced us to endure, the loss we still feel deep in our hearts and souls.

No, we aren’t the same men she left years ago. We aren’t those same stupid kids.

Now, we’re pissed off and extremely powerful men with an empire to run and plenty of eyes to keep her under lock and key, to keep her round little ass from taking off on us again.

I called her my wife. And since we all still carry the marks in our flesh, that holds as true to me now as it did when we put them there.

But I want more. I need more. I want full ownership over every aspect of her life. Were it legal, all three of us would force her hand, force her to be our wife.

Polygamy is still illegal in all fifty states, so we’ll have to settle on her taking my last name.

And oh, the poetic justice in that. It brings a smile to my face.

“Get her settled. No clothes. Make sure the room is locked, and I want a guard outside the door through the night,” I say, turning my back on the whore whose legs are still spread wide on the bed, her head lolled to the side, her dark lashes fanning across the tops of her cheeks.

She’s always been beautiful. Since the day I met her when we were mere children, I thought she was so pretty.

And while she’s grown into a stunning woman, there’s a darkness in her eyes that wasn’t there the last time I saw her. A wariness. Or maybe it’s weariness. After all, she’d been stripping to get by for who knows how long.

Serves the whore right. I hope every single moment she spent on the stage was humiliating. I hope she cried herself to sleep every night.

I hope what she’d done plagued her dreams, filled them with the nightmares I experience on a regular basis.

Pulling the door closed behind me softly when all I want to do is slam the fucking thing, I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen to pour myself two fingers of whiskey.

We found her. After four fucking years, we found her. It almost feels surreal that she’s right here in the house, just one floor up.

Georgia. Of all fucking places, she’d gone to Georgia. I can’t say I’m all that surprised she chose to strip, being as she would have to make cash if she wanted to stay off my radar. She’d been successful for a while.

But she should have known there isn’t a corner on this planet I can’t reach. She could have kept running, and I still would have eventually found her. Except the longer she ran, the harsher her punishment would have been.

Not that she won’t pay now. But instead of drawing out her pain before ending her life, she’ll simply become my wife, our live in fucktoy, and the mother to my children.

I’ll make sure to make a spectacle of the wedding, too, complete with online announcements, engagement parties, and invite every high-power cock sucker out there.

And no, not a single member of her family will be invited. They’ll get to hear about it just like the rest of the general public. Through gossip. Through social media posts and every news website in the state.

A smile pulls up the corners of my lips as I picture the look on her face when she discovers not only what we did to her tonight, but that she’ll have no choice but to follow every single order I give her…unless she’s willing to watch everyone she’s ever known since birth die right in front of her.

From what we were told by the grunts who’d tracked and followed her before alerting us to her exact whereabouts, she had no friends outside of the club.