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I t’s been a long fucking month since I’ve seen my Angel in the flesh. I never did make it back for Easter, and every day I told her I wasn’t returning home yet, was another day the light in her eyes dimmed.

I fucking hate it, but I can’t leave Fox Pines. Not now with Tim Beck locked away in what used to be a sex dungeon in the old house that burnt down a few years back.

I could’ve killed Tim that first night, but that little fucker was chattier than a four-year-old being offered candy, and he filled in so many blanks about what they did to my Angel… so I kept him alive to make sure he spilled every fucking secret.

He’s worse for wear, but I have fucking plans for him, and the screaming coming from the back of the van right now is part of it .

“Tell Zimora he can put his officers back in place,” I bark to Griffin, who’s on the phone while JD tears through the dark, quiet streets of Fox Pines.

“Will do,” Griffin grunts. “This fucker was a hard one to get to.”

“Sure fucking was,” I mutter, gripping the grab handle as JD takes a sharp corner. “I don’t like having to ask for help. You know that. But I appreciate it.” I relax as JD straightens the van again, breaking the speed limit. “Michael Berry couldn’t hide out at his girlfriend’s place forever, thinking the patrolling cops would keep him safe.”

“I’m kind of jealous I won’t be there to witness their end.”

I grunt, kind of annoyed Griff won’t be there to witness it as well.

“It’ll be slow. Feel free to drop by.”

Griffin chuckles before hanging up.

“You really gonna make it slow?” JD asks, glancing my way. “I thought you’d be antsy to get back to Abbey.”

Fuck.

He’s right. I am.

“Maybe not that slow. It’s taken long enough to get our hands on this fucker.” I jut my thumb towards the back of the van. “I’ll see how it pans out, I guess.”

After Tim Beck went mysteriously missing from his bungalow a month ago, our other targets went into hiding.

Daniel and Donny are still in the city, and word is that Donny’s uncle Ian is watching over them with a fucking security team. Darnel hasn’t changed his routine up in Darwin, probably thinking he’s safe all the way up there.

Idiot .

And Michael Berry and Craig McRoe have been hunkering down here in town.

Craig is the hardest to get to. He comes from a big family. Lots of younger siblings, and he’s been playing sick for weeks so his parents don’t force him to go anywhere.

Unfortunately there are always some of his younger siblings around, so getting to him has been put on hold until we can smoke him out.

As much as my Angel wants these fuckers dead, I know she’d never want innocent bystanders to get hurt.

Michael on the otherhand, is now in the back of the van, and as we pull off the main road and up the driveway of our compound, my fucking heart starts to race with anticipation.

Vengeance.

It’s going to be fucking sweet.

Parking next to the shipping container that now sits above the dungeon, Murf and Trunk hurry to the back and drag a kicking and screaming Michael out of the van. A hood is over his head so he can’t see, and his hands are bound behind his back so he can’t fucking swing punches.

JD and I follow our club brothers down to the dungeon, where Stocky holds the door open, the stench of shit, piss and vomit assaulting us instantly.

Tim’s eyes widen from where he’s huddled in the corner, his body frail, some bones freshly broken, while others are a little twisted, healing wrong from breaking weeks ago.

It’s not just his bones that are broken. We’ve well and truly shattered whatever grip he had on reality. He’s basically our puppet now. Does what we say, no matter how fucked up or painful it is .

But this? What’s about to happen, will really test how far gone he is.

“String him up,” JD tells Murf, and Trunk steps in to help string Michael Berry up by his wrists until his feet leave the floor.

“Stop. Please. Don’t hurt me,” he cries, his voice cracking with fear as he hangs before us.

I fucking laugh as Murf cuts the hood off him, and Michael blinks past his tears until he can see properly.

“I love this part.” Stocky snickers from beside me as Michael takes in the room and fear flashes across his face.

This is the moment he realises he’s well and truly fucked.

“Please, don’t do this,” Michael begs JD, recognition written across his expression.

He knows who we are. He knew we were coming for him.

Stepping forward, I catch Michael’s attention, his fearful sobs directed to me.

“Do you want money? I can get you so much. How about the other guys? I can give you their locations. It was all Donny’s idea!”

“You’re a fucking coward, Michael,” I sneer, curling my lip in disgust. “But that’s okay. I didn’t expect anything else from a piece of shit like you.” I step close, smelling fresh piss oozing from him. “Did you piss yourself, Michael?”

He whimpers.

I fucking laugh in his face.

“You know, Tim told us what you did.” I tilt my head, never taking my eyes off his. “He said you tied Abbey up one night when Daniel and Donny went out to grab pizza. He said you tormented her for hours.”

Michael’s face pales. “Tim was lying. ”

I frown, turning my head to the back corner where Tim is out of Michael’s sight.

“Were you lying, Tim?”

“N-no. N-no, siree. I was not lying.” Tim hurries forward, hobbling on his broken foot, barely registering the pain now that his mind is so far gone. He rounds his mate strung up like a carcass, ready to gut. “You did it, Michael. You tied her to the pole and pissed on her. You spat on her too.”

“Shut up, Tim!” Michael screams, but Tim ain’t finished.

“You stuck your fingers down her throat, real deep, and she threw up.” Tim nods quickly, ignoring Michael’s face twisted in rage at hearing his mate betray him. “Then rubbed it into her hair.”

I can’t listen to any more of this.

My fist swings before anyone sees it coming, the crack so fucking loud that it’s close to possible I nearly killed Michael with the impact.

Red rims my vision as I absolutely lose control.

This isn’t what was planned, but now my monster is unleashed, and there’s no fucking stopping me.

Michael’s body is still swinging from my punch, but the moment he sobs and opens his mouth to fucking deny what he did, I lunge forward, my fingers gripping his throat and digging in until blood starts pissing out like a burst fucking pipe.

Tim is squealing like a pig in the background. I can’t fucking tell if he’s protesting or getting off on the chaos, but with my focus locked on the vile cunt in front of me, I let my rage surge through my arms, and explode through my fingertips.

My knuckles burn as I squeeze so fucking tight, that my digits break through skin and muscle, wrapping around his trachea before ripping it clean from his throat.

I heave, letting the chunk of flesh thud to the dungeon floor, Michael’s corpse hanging lax as it swings. As the roaring in my ears fades, a low whimper reaches me.

My gaze snaps to Tim, now crumpled on the floor, wide eyed and sobbing, unable to tear his eyes away from his dead mate.

Tim divulged everything over the four weeks we’ve had him. Every filthy detail of what they did to my wife. Even the sick shit they planned for her wedding night with Daniel.

There’s no way Abbey could ever speak of those horrors out loud, and I’d never fucking ask her to. But now I know exactly what she’s been through, and I won’t fucking rest until every last one of those pricks is rotting in the ground.

The moment I pull my gun from under my cut, my club brothers curse, their boots scrambling up the stairs as I level it at Tim.

His eyes don’t even react. He simply looks past it to me, like the fucking barrel isn’t right in his fucking face.

“It’s time?” he asks, and I fucking nod.

“Well fucking overdue,” I snap, and then squeeze the trigger.

The sound is deafening, my ears ringing instantly, but I don’t fucking care.

Two wastes of oxygen are now gone.

There might be more to go, but I’m fucking sick of not holding my Angel when I fall asleep. So I turn on my heel, climb the stairs, and head for the shower.

I need this death off me before I go to my wife, and lose myself inside her for good.