I push back, fucking him, hard and fast. My ass slams against his hips with each move I make. He groans as his fingers tighten around my hips and dig into my flesh. He thrusts his hips, meeting my own strokes, and it hurts, but damn, it feels so good all at the same time.

“You close?” he growls.

My fingers twist in the sheets below me, and I let out a mewling sound, unable to actually speak coherently. One of his hands leaves my hips and he slaps it against my ass, hard.

I let out a long groan as my body climbs higher toward my release. “Fuck yeah, you’re close,” he groans from behind me. That same hand slips around my stomach and then I feel two fingers press against my clit.

“More, give me more, peaches,” he demands.

I fuck him faster, unable to control the movements of my own body. His cock inside of me, his fingers pressing against me—it’s all too much.

My eyes slide closed and I slam against him one last time. I let out a long sob, my pussy clamping down around his cock as I come.

His hand leaves my clit, only to wrap around my hip again. He slams into me, over and over, his speed and strength overwhelming with each thrust. Then I hear him groan behind me as he fills me with his release.

“Fuck,” he grunts. Prescott’s body folds over and he presses his chest against my back. My arms give out a second later and I lie flat against the mattress, his heavy body against my back. “Missed this, peaches,” he sighs against my ear.

The first couple of times we had sex after Evalyn was born, he had to be careful. It had not only been eight weeks, but I had stitches on my lower abdomen.

It didn’t matter that the doctor said I was fine, I was still terrified that they would burst open at any wrong move. This is the first time I’ve felt comfortable enough to not only be in this position but be a bit rougher.

I’ve missed this too.

Prescott’s phone rings just as I hear Evalyn’s cry sound. “Well, that ends that,” he grumbles as he slips from my body.

I slide out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom to clean up quickly. Snatching his t-shirt from earlier off of the floor, I slip it on as I make my way toward Evalyn. Her voice has been officially found, her lungs strong and almost ear piercing as I make my way into her bedroom.

Reaching into her crib, I pull her out of bed. She whimpers as I hold her against my chest. She’s overly dramatic, and yet, adorable at it in every way.

I change her diaper quickly, then make my way downstairs to make her a bottle. Prescott is only a few steps behind me and I hear his voice rumble into the phone. He walks into the kitchen and I hear him sigh.

“What happened?” I ask as I shift Evalyn around and slip the bottle’s nipple into her mouth.

Turning around I notice that he’s completely dressed, and I frown. It’s after midnight. I can’t remember the last time he left at this hour unless there was a problem at the bar. It doesn’t happen often; my management team has been outstanding.

“I need to get to the clubhouse, I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my temple and his hand flat against my lower back.

I know better than to ask the question that I want—can’t you wait until morning? He wouldn’t leave this house if he didn’t have to, I know that for certain.

I let out a sigh and nod my head once. His lips touch my temple again as his hand drifts from my back to my ass and he gives me a rough squeeze. “Be home soon, peaches.”

Without another word, he walks away from me. I watch him go, my heart full and happy. Granted I’m a bit worried he’s leaving at such an hour, but I try not to stress out about it. I finish feeding Evalyn before I take her back upstairs and gently lay her down for bed again.

“Goodnight sweet girl,” I whisper, leaning over her crib and giving her a kiss on her soft cheek.

I hurry back to bed, slipping between the sheets before I reach for my cell phone. There’s an unread text message from Prescott, and I open it immediately.

I grin, happy that he knew I was a little worried and wants to reassure me. My dirty man.

Leaving Ginger and Evalyn in the middle of the night is fucking hell. I hate every single fucking part of it. When Free called me and said that the nurse was finally ready to talk, I knew that I had to go. I want to hear everything that she has to say, every single fucking word.

Pulling into the clubhouse parking lot, I’m not surprised to see the entire club milling around the warehouse. Nobody is inside except Free, per my orders. Once I’m off of my bike, I swiftly walk over to the building, passing by all of my brothers.

Motorhead, Crooner, and Fish are all standing near the door and I lift my chin for them to follow me inside.

The nurse is still chained to her chair, her body swollen, bloody, and unrecognizable. She doesn’t even look human anymore, the thought of the fact that I did this to a woman should turn my stomach, but it doesn’t. She’s a monster protecting the devil and his troops.

“Free says you’re finally ready to talk,” I bark.

She lifts her head, her swollen shut eyes aimed at me but unable to open. “Kill me,” she whispers.

“Oh, I’ll kill you all right. Once you tell me what I want to know, then you’ll die. Nothing has changed,” I state.

“Please, kill me,” she blubbers.

I bark out a laugh, the noise harsh to my own ears. Leaning closer, I growl. “Bitch, you’re dead already. Tell me what I want to know,” I hiss.

“Compound. All children, women, and men. One hundred men. Five miles north of my hometown,” she says, her voice soft and weak. “Kill me.”

It took eight weeks to break her. I’ve never known a person to hang on for so long. She was good to her cause, even if it was the wrong cause. She was a strong soldier for the Aryans. I have to respect at least that much about her.

“You want another go at her ass?” I ask Free with a laugh.

He grunts. “She not only looks like death, brother, she smells like death too. Plus, every guy’s been inside of her about a dozen times, I’m fuckin’ good.”

He doesn’t lie. Not only did everyone except a few, have a go at her ass, they also took turns pissing on her open cuts as part of her torture later on.

She’s been used as a punching bag, pissed on, fucked, and cut to shit. Yet, she held onto her knowledge, something so simple as five miles north of her small hometown, and a hundred soldiers.

“There’s more she ain’t telling us,” I say, thinking aloud.

Her swollen lips tip in a smile. “You’ll never know.”

“I could keep you alive a bit longer,” I murmur.

She lets out a raspy breath. “On death’s door. I’ll die, and you still won’t know.”

“She’s not wrong,” Crooner grunts. I know it, too.

This bitch is about two seconds from just dying without me ending her misery. We know more now than we ever have, the rest will be up to us to research on our own. Reaching into my waistband, I pull out my gun, cock it, point it at her head and pull the trigger.

“Burn this cunt,” I growl. “Church at noon. I’m going home,” I announce.

Leaving the room, I ignore everyone and head toward my bike.

“Snake,” a voice calls out. I look back and find Motorhead behind me. “We’ll get them, we’ll take them all fucking down, Snake.”

Lifting my chin, I give him a grin. “Fuck yeah, we will.”

Straddling my bike, I start my engine and ride away. I head home. My home that is filled with my sweet baby, and my sexy as fuck wife.

The Aryans are one step closer to meeting their demise, and I for one can’t fucking wait. Ginger deserves retribution for what was done to her, as does Hayden, Esme, and all the other women who were taken, raped, and killed.

Fuck those goddamn bastards.

The hunt is on and I for one plan on finishing what I’ve fucking started.

They’re all going to be meeting the devil sooner rather than later.

I can practically smell their blood already.