“I let Darla, Brittany, and Adeline into Amelia’s house. I am not leaving her alone and, hopefully, she won’t wake up and notice I’m gone.

“How is she?” Adeline asks.

“She was shaken up earlier, but now she is okay.”

Adeline smiles. “Good.”

“We will take care of her,” Brittany tells me and I nod my thanks.

“Give him hell, Lane,” Darla says as I step out onto the porch, letting my rage enter my body. I held that shit back because Amelia was my focus.

Tiffany is with Shaylin right now, asleep. Shaylin will take her to school in the morning, and I will pick her up after school—and once Amelia’s face heals she is meeting Tiffany. Tiffany has asked about her multiple times a day.

Now let’s go get acquainted with Sanchez.

* * *

When I throw open the door to the interrogation room, all of my men besides the prospects are already waiting on me. Sanchez is hanging from the ceiling by his arms, his feet just barely touching the ground.

Sanchez looks at me and his eyes widen with pure terror. Yeah, feel that terror, fucker—feel what I felt when I learned that she was fucking kidnapped.

“Lane, I didn’t know she was yours!” he pleads and wiggles his arms around.

I shake my head. Does he really fucking think begging me is going to do anything? “Sanchez, how many women have you gone after because someone else couldn’t pay?”

Sanchez pales and I hear Smiley laugh behind me. “Why does that matter?” Sanchez stutters and tries to take a step from me as I step closer to him. Derek hands me the knife that I use at times like these.

I split the distance between me and him. I stare down into his eyes, the eyes of the man who kidnapped my woman. The woman who was shaking in my arms, not wanting me to let her go. She was afraid and that shit doesn’t fly.

I bring my knife up, running the tip across his cheekbone. He winces in pain as blood pools behind the knife.

“Tell me.”

He shakes his head and I grin.

“No?”

He shakes his head again.

“Well, guys we have us a billy badass here.” Sanchez flinches as everyone laughs. I slam the knife into his thigh. He screams like a woman. “Not so fucking tough, are you? How many women have you treated as you have my Amelia?” I grab his face so he is looking at me.

“Too many,” he rasps out.

“How many have you forced to work to pay off debts?” My anger rolls out at the thought of this happening to Amelia if I weren’t there to protect her.

“Too many.” He groans in pain.

My body stiffens as I ask this last question. “How many of them have you raped?”

He looks at me then turns his head to the rest of the guys. He finally looks back at me. “All of them.”

Fuck! I slam my knife into his other thigh then drag it down, anger rolling out of me in waves. I want to tear him limb from fucking limb. I pull out my knife and throw it on the ground.

“Knucks.”

Derek hands me a pair of steel knucks. I slide them over my fingers. I want him alive enough so my brothers get their piece.

I hit him square in the face twice with both fists, his head flying back with each hit. I grin in satisfaction at the sound of his bones breaking. Amelia may be the reason we are doing this, but it’s also for the other women who have suffered at this fucker’s hands.

I pound one hit after another into his body until his face is completely unrecognizable.

“Next.” I step back and allow the other guys to take over. My dad steps up next, then Wilder, then Derek, and on down the line.

The guy can’t even move once everyone is done with him. He is also a lesson. Don’t fuck with the Grim Sinners.

Derek hits the bottom of the wall, and the guy hits the floor with a thud. He will not die standing; he isn’t allowed that honor.

“See you in hell.” I take out my gun and pull the trigger, and the bullet hits the back of his head.

I let my hand drop and turn to face my men. They nod respectfully.

“How is she?” Wilder asks.

“She was shaken up earlier, but she is fine. Tough as shit.”

A couple of the guys chuckle.

“Remind me not to piss her off. She shot the guy’s dick off,” Malek, one of my cousins, says.

That was her taking back her freedom, letting him know she won’t allow herself to be fucked with, and she won’t allow this to affect her life.

“Go on, son. Go take Tiffany to school and then go see Amelia.” My dad smacks me on the shoulder then pushes me toward the door.

“See you fuckers later!” I yell and open the door. The clock on the wall reads 6:00 a.m. Tiffany will be getting up any minute.

I hurry out of the clubhouse and to my bike.

* * *

“Hey, sweet Angel.” I smooth Tiffany’s hair out of her face, waking her up. Her eyes open slowly, and she gives me a sleepy smile. “Hey, Daddy.” She sits up and wraps her arms around my neck. I lift her out of bed, holding her like a baby.

“Daddy, I am not a baby, silly.” She giggles sleepily, but she doesn’t move.

“You will never get too old to be my baby.” I close my eyes and hold my daughter tighter. Every single day she gets older and older.

“What happens when I get married someday?”

“That’s easy, Angel, you’re never getting married.”

“Of course I am, Daddy, but only if he is like you. You’re the best breakfast maker.”

God, I love this little girl.

“Come on, let’s get you some breakfast.”

* * *

We pull to a stop outside. “Dad, don’t you think it’s time I meet Amelia already?”

I chuckle at her sassiness. “This Friday evening, Angel.”

She grins at me. “About time, Dad.”

I get out of the truck and open the back door to lift her out. She grabs my hand as we walk across the road. One of the moms who has a crush on me walks in our direction.

“Oh brother,” Tiffany whispers and I grin. She is too smart for her own good.

“Lane! How have you been?” I remember her name is Annie. She looks like a grade-A stripper at seven thirty in the morning.

“I’m good, Annie.”

Her eyes widen with delight when she realizes I know her name. Fuck me. “So I was thinking.” She cocks her bony hip to the side; she isn’t my Amelia—that’s for sure. “Maybe we can get dinner.”

Tiffany lets go of my hand. “My dad has a girlfriend named Amelia.”

I burst out laughing, and Annie all but runs away from us. I bend down and kiss the top of her head. “Have a good day, Sweetheart.”

She runs up the sidewalk, meeting with her friends halfway, and they all run into together.