Page 73 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

“Where’s the woman?” I ask as I pull my blade from my boot, approach the sweaty pig, and stab it straight into the top of his thigh.

Not likin’ it so much, he squeals like a pig, too, his eyes going round, as he struggles in the chair, and his fat wiggles like hairy Jello.

Wolf rests his back against the wall by the door. Crossing both arms over his chest, he inclines his head toward the kitchen at the rear of the house.

Rodger that.

“Keep an eye on him,” I order Rot as I seek out the one person I asked to be here for Sola.

Giving my old lady an actual honeymoon was never gonna happen, not with the club and havin’ Necro as our prez.

We don’t have the time, and he doesn’t like people.

There’s no beach vacation in the cards for people like us.

But there is something better, for her, a wedding gift of sorts.

We discussed it at length that we’re gonna let her turn our sleepy, rundown town into a home for women like her.

I already told Necro and Rot that if these fuckin’ bitches piss me off, they will join the others in my graveyard, but as of right now, I’m tryin’ to do things right.

That means giving my woman what she needs, which is some ladies around, while we help them acclimate to a new life in a safe place, away from anyone who could ever do them harm again.

The brothers all voted on it. It was a unanimous yes .

We’re breathing life back into Kings Cursed, and it all starts with this woman.

I find her sitting in the kitchen on a wooden chair, staring out the back window, into the pitch-black night. She hears me coming, so she doesn’t startle when I approach, but I keep a solid distance, ‘cause I’m not keen on women, and most of them ain’t too keen on me neither.

“We’re gonna kill him. Then take you some place safe,” I vow, keepin’ the growl from my voice for her sake.

She nods blankly as if all the life has been drained from her world, or she doesn’t believe me, which is fine. She doesn’t have to. It doesn’t make what’s about to happen any less true.

I don’t know this woman’s story. Nor do I care.

But when I stalked and then murdered that piece of shit husband of Sola’s, I saw this woman multiple times.

After looking through his bedroom window and finding them fucking her together, while tying her to the bed, my plan sorta formed before I even got a chance to change my mind.

I had to help her.

Which ain’t my thing.

But my wife and all her goodness must be rubbing off on me, or some stupid shit.

Anyhow…

Here we are.

Rot pops his head into the kitchen. “This her?”

I nod. “Yep.”

“She got a name?”

“You got a name?” I ask, and she shrugs. Her skin’s pale, sickly, and damn near hanging off her bones. Her hair’s dull brown, and those eyes are nothing more than dark pools of haunted with purple bags hanging underneath.

“If she ain’t gonna talk to us, you think we should wake our old lady now?” Rot checks, giving me the chance to decide.

“Sure. She should probably meet the fucker we plan to kill. Maybe she recognizes him.”

Rot hums and disappears as I wait.

An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air as the fucker in the living room yells around his gag, still pissed I stabbed him.

Tough shit, he’s gonna be a whole lot more pissed when Necro guts him alive and paints the walls in his entrails.

Ya know, before he expires from blood loss like a pussy.

Or passes out. ‘Cause these weak bitches tend to do that.

“Fuck, it stinks in here.” Our old lady chokes, and I grin at the sound of her voice.

Yeah. It’s not roses.

“Why am I at my old house, Coffin?” She rounds the corner with both of my brothers in tow like two puppy dogs trailing their master.

I wave her over, and she hugs me around the middle, stuffing her nose between my pecs to drown out the stench.

“You’ll get used to it.” I cup the back of her neck and hold her to me, loving this far more than I ever thought possible.

“I don’t think so. This is bad,” she grumbles against my shirt, breath soaking through the cotton.

“It’s Ted. ”

“What is?”

“The smell.”

“Ew,” she chokes. “You killed him and left him here?”

“Yeah. Did you recognize the man in the chair when you walked in?”

“Maybe?” My shirt muffles her voice. “It’s been a long time. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t tell. He’s got a thing in his mouth. Now, are you gonna tell me why we’re here? I thought this was our honeymoon?”

“It is.”

Tugging my sexy wife from my chest, I spin her around, and she gags as she covers her mouth and finally spots the frail woman sitting on the chair, who has now turned to look at her.

“Oh. Hi. I’m Sola.” She tinkly waves at the lady.

The woman’s bottom lip trembles. “Hi,” she squeaks, waving back.

“We’re gonna take you far away from this place. Right?” She looks over her shoulder at me for confirmation, and I nod.

“She’s gonna be the first.”

Sola’s red-blonde brows knit in the center. “The first what?”

“You know what.”

When the reality dawns on her, Sola’s entire body flares to life. “You’re gonna let them live in our town?”

“Yeah. We’re gonna let them live in our town.”

“Really?” She dances.

“Yeah. Really.” I chuckle at her adorable enthusiasm.

“She gets a house?”

“Yeah, Sweet Cheeks, she gets a house. ”

“You promise not to kill her?”

“No. I can’t promise that.”

“Coffin.” She play slaps my chest, and I seize her hand and bring it to my lips to give all those fingertips sweet kisses, like they deserve. Sola’s little gasps in response shoot straight to my dick.

“What?” I nip the tip of her ring finger and grin, knowing what this does to her.

“He promises to do his best,” Rot chimes in, trying to be helpful.

“Okay,” Sola croaks, swallows hard, and pulls her hand from mine, that she then uses to fan her face. “I can work with that. Thank you. Thank you all. I can’t believe you’re gonna let me do this.”

Of course, we’re gonna do this.

Just to see her smile.

To make her happy.

Fuck.

I adore my wife.

“I… I have a dog,” the other woman whispers. “Can I bring him?”

“Yes. Of course,” Sola says, then whips her head to Necro. “She can bring her dog, right?”

Prez, who’s definitely smiling behind his mask, nods once.

“He said yes.” Sola does a tiny little dance, and her Crocs squeak across the grimy linoleum floor.

The woman has a little gap between her two front teeth when she smiles. The tiniest glimmer of light flickers in her eyes. “I-I’m… Mia.”

“I love your name,” Sola says, brimming with excitement.

“Um. Thanks.” Looking away, the woman tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Sola faces me. “You’re gonna kill that man, right?” She glances at the doorway.

“Yes, Sweet Cheeks. That’s the plan.”

“Can you keep his cock, too?” she asks, surprising the fuck outta me.

“What?”

“He was her abuser. I can tell. Just like Ted was mine.” She turns to Rot. “You can preserve it like you did Ted’s, right?”

“Of course, I can, Red. Is that what you want?” my brother responds.

“Yes. She may not want it right now, but maybe she will later, when she’s healed some. I don’t want to miss the opportunity.”

Turning on his heel, Necro marches from the room, and I know without a shadow of a doubt what that asshole is doing. “Don’t! That cock is mine!” I holler, racing after him. But it’s too late.

Necro’s got the fat bastard knocked backward on the floor, which pushes up his gut, and he pulls his knife from his boot and slices straight through the appendage. The man yowls and passes out as blood shoots like a geyser right out of the hole in his body.

Necro tosses the cock to Rot, who catches it and stuffs it into a baggy full of ice, that I have no idea where he got that from .

Wolf, who hasn’t left his post against the wall, snickers. “This is the best entertainment I’ve had in ages.”

“Yeah. We’re a hoot,” I deadpan.

Rot rolls his eyes. “Stop bein’ a baby. Necro is entitled to cut off someone’s cock.”

“But I’m the one who did all the work,” I sniff and flip him off.

Rot rolls his eyes. “This isn’t about you. This is about Sola and that woman… Mia.”

“Fuck off.”

“No. You fuck off, you big baby. Now.” Rot flicks his chin over at the passed-out, dying guy, and Necro slices straight through his gut, reaches in, and rips his intestines out.

“You’re stealing all the fun,” I accuse, not meaning it.

He rips out the guy’s pancreas and throws it at me. Before I get a chest full of organ, I step to the side, and it lands with a wet smack on the hardwood floor.

“Fuck you,” I half-snarl, half-laugh.

Necro rolls his eyes and proceeds to work his artistic magic as Sola pops her head out from the kitchen.

“Oh. Gross. He’s doing that here?” Her face screws up in disgust.

“What did you think we were gonna do?” I tease.

“I don’t know? Not get covered in blood.”

“There’s a shower here. It’ll be fine.” I used it before, when I killed Ted. Decent shower pressure. Lots of hot water. It worked for what I needed it to.

Sola looks at Wolf. “I don’t know you. But you’re here, so you’re obviously one of us. I’m Sola.”

Wolf lifts his chin in greeting .

“My friend here, Mia, she’s got a dog at home. She says it’s just up the way. Do you think you could bring him to us?”

Wolf swings his eyes to me in question.

“It’s fine. We’re bringin’ the dog, I guess.”

Pushing off the wall, Wolf disappears out the front door, and he’s back with the ugliest damn dog in his arms just as Necro is finishing up with the art piece that Rot spends too much time filming.

“He got the dog,” I call to the women in the kitchen.

Sola pops her head back out to check on our progress. “Can you let me know when he’s done? I’m gonna guide her out.”

“I can carry her,” I offer, hating the idea of touching another woman besides Sola, unless I’m ending their life. But, for her, I’d bear it.

My wife beams at me like I just hung the moon. “I don’t think she’d like that very much, but thank you. Since she’s not wearing shoes, I’m gonna give her mine.”

This is how I end up with a dog, a woman named Mia, my wife, and my brothers, all piled into our SUV. Wolf lights the fire for us, and we watch the smoke billow into the night sky as we head home.

Behind me, Sola rests her hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “Thank you.”

I squeeze her much smaller hand in return, my heart thudding in my chest because… fuck… her words mean so damn much. “Anything for you.”

And I mean it.

Anything for her.

In this life or the next …

This woman is ours.

The End