Leaving Ginger and Evalyn at home, Free and I head back to the clubhouse. I want that nurse for myself, and I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of torturing her for information. Not sure what that says about me as a man, looking forward to torturing a woman, but right now she’s not a woman to me, she’s a goddamn animal.

Motorhead and Fish are standing outside of the warehouse door when Free and I arrive. They both lift their chins and step aside, allowing me to walk into the metal building. Crooner is inside, sitting across from the nurse who is tied to a chair exactly where I left her.

“Tell me where that compound is,” I demand.

She smirks but doesn’t speak, her lips pressed firmly together. Rage fills my body just at the sight of her, let alone her silence making it boil stronger. I step closer to her, leaning down so that my face is all she sees.

“Do you think you’re being a martyr for your cause?” I whisper.

“I will be rewarded,” she states.

I chuckle, turning my head to the side for just a moment before I whip it back to her. “Maybe the devil will reward you, but I’ll tell you that the pain you’re going to suffer before you get to where you’re going won’t be worth it,” I hiss.

She leans back and then forward, spitting in my face. Thankfully she misses my eyes, and her spit lands on my forehead. I wouldn’t want any diseases from this cunt.

Lifting my hand, she flinches. I don’t slap her like I want to, instead, I wipe her spit from my face, straightening my body when I do.

“Cut her pants off,” I growl.

Crooner grunts as he stands beside me. I watch as he slowly makes his way over to her. He’s still moving at a turtle’s pace, but I’m just glad to see him up and moving around anymore. I hear the warehouse door open and close. Turning my head slightly, I watch as Fish and Motorhead walk into the room.

“A prospect and a brother relieved us. I personally didn’t want to miss this shit,” Motorhead announces.

“Ready, Snake,” Crooner growls.

Free chuckles and I turn back to see Nurse Billingsly. She’s shaking as tears stream down her face. She’s not the tough bitch she thought she was after all. “What are you going to do to me?” she asks on a whisper. Her eyes wide with obvious fear, her bravado all but disappeared.

“Depends,” I say. The room stays silent for a beat, but she doesn’t ask anymore, so I decide to offer the information up to her. “Depends on the information you give us. You tell me where the compound is, how many men protect it, and how many women and children are there. Then I won’t do anything but slit your throat. You don’t… it’s fair game on what happens to you. We can get real fucking creative.”

Her resolve is slipping, so I patiently wait while she weighs her options. Something about what I’ve said doesn’t trigger the response I thought I’d get. Her spine straightens again, and her eyes narrow on me. “You’ll never find them, and you’ll never know how many strong we are. How many armies we’re creating, one-by-one. I won’t tell you shit,” she states.

I pull the knife out of my waistband, walking back over to her. Her thighs are spread and tied to the legs of the chair, her pants and underwear cut and ripped from her body. I press the tip of my knife to the inside of her ankle and slowly drag it up her calf to her knee, stopping right there. “You sure you don’t want to tell me anything?” I ask, my eyes on hers.

“No,” she whimpers as her body shakes.

I shake my head once. “Seems like a painful thing to endure. I won’t kill you today though,” I whisper.

“You won’t?” she asks.

Free chuckles behind me. He knows my plan and knows that I have so much more in store for this bitch. “I won’t. You think that you can threaten my wife, talk the way you did about my baby, and then threaten my club as well, and I’ll just give you an easy death?” I ask tipping my head to the side. I continue dragging the knife farther up the inside of her thigh, stopping when I reach her pussy.

“Last chance,” I warn.

Watching her face, her eyes pinch closed tightly as do her lips. She sucks in a breath as her body tightens, preparing for the knife I’m about to insert into her cunt. She has some serious loyalty and I should praise her for that, too bad she’s fucked up in the head.

Slowly I slide the knife inside of her and she lets out a scream. I smirk, the tough bitch ain’t so goddamn tough when a knife is fucking her. “Ready to talk?” I shout over her cries.

“Never,” she hisses.

Blood coats my hand as I pump the knife in and out of her a few times. Her eyes start to roll into the back of her head and that’s when I stop. Standing I take a step back and look down at my handiwork. Free hands me a towel and I clean my knife off, setting it on a nearby table before I clean my hands.

“Stop the blood flow, feed her something, and we’ll revisit her tomorrow,” I announce. “I want a brother on the door and a prospect at all times. Nobody is allowed inside unless me or Free is with them,” I state.

“What happens next?” Crooner growls.

“Next? Oh, when she’s a little more healed, I’ll let whoever wants to, fuck her ass. Maybe that will get her talking. Then, from there, I’m open to torture suggestions. We’re keeping her alive long enough to give us what we want. No more going off half-cocked, and killing the only person who has what we need. Right now, she’s our only source of information.”

“You want her ass first?” Free asks.

I smirk, thinking about what Ginger would say if she found out I fucked this dirty bitch’s ass. Chances are she’d try to cut my cock off before she kicked my ass out and divorced me. I shake my head. “Nah, I’m good. As VP, you get first crack.”

He chuckles, and I watch as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Be a pleasure to stick my non-pure white cock inside of this cunt.”

Fish patches her pussy up before we leave, and Crooner tells a prospect to get some broth and saltine crackers. She isn’t allowed anything else to eat, per my orders.

Free is in charge, and nobody is given permission to touch her until she’s conscious again. Once she is, and she’s been fed, then I’ll come back down here and give her another chance to talk before Free fucks her ass.

“You got this shit under control?” I ask Free as I walk toward the warehouse door.

Free lifts his chin. “I got it all under control boss,” he grins. “Get her fed in a few hours, and let her sleep until morning. Probably call you early afternoon for round two,” he grins.

Lifting my hand, I clap his shoulder. “Sounds good, brother,” I grunt.

Leaving my men to handle business, I decide to head on home to my wife and baby. Right now, it’s the only place I want to be. Free has a handle on the club, and the missing merchandise has been dealt with, for now.

There’s nothing pending that needs to be completed. I can finally rest easy, at least for a moment. Next week, I probably won’t feel the same, but for tonight I’m going to enjoy my life.

Prescott walks through the door and I watch him. His eyes connect with mine, his legs swiftly closing the distance between us. He doesn’t say anything, and I hold my breath as he leans down, his lips brushing my forehead.

“Need a shower, then I’ll make you some dinner,” he murmurs.

I almost laugh, but I don’t. Looking directly into his pretty green gaze, I can tell that something is very wrong. I open my mouth to ask, but he just gives a firm shake of his head. My lips clamp closed, and I don’t say anything.

My eyes stay glued to him as he walks away from me. I watch him walk up the stairs and disappear into our bedroom. Evalyn wiggles in my arms and I look down at her. I inhale a deep breath, something happened, but I know he won’t tell me about it. Maybe he will later, but judging by the look in his eyes, I’ll probably never know. Another secret of the lifestyle—one of millions.

The secrets used to bother me, they would drive me crazy and I would imagine the worst of everything. However, now they don’t bother me too much.

I trust Prescott.

I love him, and he loves me.

There is no way he would do anything to purposely hurt me. I feel as though we’ve been through too much to tear each other apart. We’ve been through hell and back, no way would either of us jeopardize that for an easy betrayal.

“What do you want to eat?” he asks as he jogs down the stairs.

He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, and water drips from his now, short hair. I love it, every single piece of him. I wish that I felt well enough, and had the all clear, to show him just how sexy he is right now.

Prescott chuckles. “Peaches, you better stop lookin’ at me like that, or I’m gonna think you’re ready to do something you ain’t ready for,” he grins with a wink.

I make a squeaking noise as my back straightens, and my eyes widen, which only causes Prescott to break out into a huge smile. I watch as he leans forward and scoops Evalyn up in his arms. I swoon immediately, at the sight of him holding her tiny body against his bare chest.

“Stay with her. I’m going to make dinner,” I whisper as I stand up.

Prescott reaches out his arm, his fingers fisting in my hair at the nape of my neck as he lowers his forehead against my own. “Thank you, peaches,” he breathes.

“For what?”

“Giving me everything, Ginger. Thank you for giving me everything,” he rasps.

I inhale deeply, feeling my heart almost explode inside of me at his words. I try to compose myself, but the tears stream down my cheeks immediately.

This man, he’s been at my side when I thought that I didn’t want him there. He brought me back to life, and then he breathed life into me and gave me this beautiful baby that’s between us. He is our protector, but most importantly, he is the man that I love above all other men.

This family means absolutely everything to me.

I will fight alongside him, to keep us together and safe.

Every single day of my life.