CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SIX

A Couple of Days Later

Back at the clubhouse with my family around me, the fucking euphoria is so intense I can’t fathom ever being without them. It was so painful it made the poison seem like a paper cut.

The aftereffects of the strychnine are still in my system, and I feel weak as hell. One thing I feel real fucking shitty about is that Nessie was taken down by it too. She wasn’t affected as badly as I was, which is good. She’s back to light duties around the clubhouse, but I still feel bad that she was caught up in all this because of my actions .

As Rebel and I sit at the bar, Nessie wipes down the woodgrain, and I smile at her. “How you feeling, Ness?”

She exhales. “Like I’ve been hit by a bus, but much better than yesterday. How about you?”

“Getting there. So fucking thirsty.”

She widens her eyes. “Right?”

Rebel smirks, and then she pats my leg. “That will be because it affects your kidneys.”

Nessie slides a glass of water my way. “Then I suggest we both keep well hydrated.”

Nodding, I pick up the water and clink my glass to hers, and we both throw the water back while Rebel grins. Zero, Wraith, Chains, and Neon walk over, a purposeful stride in their step, and Neon lifts his chin to me. “Pres, we’ve done the checks you requested on the footage regarding Amber, and we found something interesting.”

I furrow my brows, side-eyeing Rebel. “Okay… show me.”

Neon brings up his laptop, places it on the bar beside us, and hits play. It shows the shipping containers in the yard and Amber walking with Kenna and Kinzley toward a container while everyone has their backs turned. Amber hands something to Kenna, then Kenna and Kinzley run into the back of the container.

Rebel gasps as Amber walks back a little, watching while the guys turn around and then lock the container door with the girls inside.

A deep, guttural growl escapes me while Rebel scowls, shaking her head.

“That fucking bitch,” Rebel snaps, her body vibrating with anger.

“The package is still in the chamber. Do you want to have some fun?” Neon chimes.

A slow smile crosses my face as I turn to Rebel. She’s full of vengeance and hatred for Amber and needs to let that anger play out more than anyone, even in her pregnant state. “Thayleah, baby… you wanna go play?”

Her eyes light up, and she nods. “Damn straight, I do. You’re still recovering to do anything drastic, so I will gladly take the lead.”

Nodding, it’s obvious I need to let her do this. “But, Thay… within reason, yeah? You are pregnant.”

Her eyes brighten in excitement, ignoring my warning. It’s rare we let women into the Chamber. It’s the men’s domain, but we’re changing things around here.

Standing, my legs feel like jelly, but I need to be strong for my woman right now. With my arm wrapped around her, we make our way to the Chapel, through the secret entrance, and into the Chamber. Zero, Chains, and Wraith follow behind, always having my back. Steadily heading down into the murky depths below the clubhouse, Amber sits naked, tied to the Silver Chair.

Her body writhes in aggression as we pass her, the binding at her wrists and ankles making it hard to move. She’s clearly annoyed that she didn’t succeed in her mission to take me out, and I can’t stop the smirk at the corner of my mouth. As if it would be that easy.

Rebel gleams in appreciation at seeing Amber so visibly uncomfortable. And I know she is going to have her fun with this. As much as Rebel wants to say she doesn’t want our kids to grow up in this environment, we’re both products of it.

Our kids will be too—there’s no way of stopping that.

Amber glances up at us all, her focused glare steady on Rebel as she exhales excessively. “I don’t know what I’m doing down here, Rebel. Tell them I did nothing wrong!”

I scoff as Rebel lets out an almost manic laugh. “ Nothing. Wrong? We have you on tape, you psycho. You poisoned Six with strychnine. Were you trying to kill him?”

Amber slumps back into the chair, letting out a puff of air like she knows the gig is up. “Kill him? I don’t know… no… I just wanted him to suffer.”

I furrow my brows, moving to step forward, but Rebel stops me. “Why? Because he didn’t give you the attention you wanted?”

“Because I did everything for him. I brought his damn kids back from New Orleans, and what did I get? Kicked out of the damn clubhouse. No thank you, no prais—”

“You’re the reason my kids were in New Orleans in the first place,” I snap, the nerve-grating aggression running through me.

If only I had the energy .

Amber jerks her head back like she is shocked at my outburst. “What? Kenna talked?”

“Oh, you really think we don’t have cameras outside the clubhouse? And how the hell did you get my girls to keep quiet about you sneaking them in there?”

Amber snorts out a laugh. “I promised if they went in there, stayed quiet, and told no one… that Snow White would reveal herself to them…” She shrugs with that stupid smirk on her face. “And cheeseburgers. Na?ve little twits.”

Anger flares inside me, so fucking intense, but it’s Rebel who slams her fist straight into Amber’s face, a loud crack resounding through the room as blood spurts from her nose.

I race forward, grabbing Rebel, rubbing up and down her arms to try and calm her down. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself in the process of this… we have plenty of things you can hit her with other than your fists. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Rebel turns to face me, her breathing coming fast and hard while she nods. “Yeah, I know,” she drones, shaking out her already bruising knuckles. “But damn, that was cathartic.”

Smirking, I lead her over to the cabinet and pull it open for her to see an array of torture tools. Her eyes widen in awe, and I exhale. “Okay, you got that out of your system. So please refrain from hurting yourself from here on out, or I’ll drag your ass out of here so damn fast. Do you hear me?”

She frowns but nods. “I hear you.”

A slow smile crosses her face as she turns back to the cabinet, a gleam of delight crossing her features as she picks up a blade, holding it to the light. A shimmer glistens across the room as she turns it from side to side, assessing the craftsmanship of the blade. “Yes, I think this will do nicely. Oh, and Six? Have Nessie bring me a cheeseburger.”

“That’s a good choice, baby,” I tell her in regard to the knife, nodding to Chains, who silently steps out. How she can be hungry at a time like this, I don’t know, but I like my balls where they are, so I won’t be questioning it.

We walk back to Amber, who’s intense eyes fall on Rebel, her head shaking dramatically from side to side. “The fuck do you think you’re gonna do with that?”

“It’s a knife, Amber. You tend to cut things with it,” Rebel mocks, approaching her.

Wraith and Zero stand guard on either side. Even though she is strapped in, I need my guys there just in case.

With admiration, I stand back, watching my woman get to work. I must admit, seeing Rebel come into herself like this while heavily pregnant is something else.

Who knew it would be such a turn-on?

There’s definitely something wrong with me.

I smirk as Rebel approaches Amber, edging the blade toward her chest. “You tore my heart out multiple times. You had no regard for my family, and you used us like puppets. You’re a sick, horrible, twisted person, Amber.”

She snorts out a laugh. “I just want to be needed, that’s all. And you needed me. Those kids love me, and I knew with time, Six would too.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes, but what I find laughable, Rebel finds infuriating, her body tensing and her hand shaking. The glint of the blade reflects off the low light, drawing Amber’s gaze. Amber goes to say something, but the creak of the door opening grabs all our attention.

Chains walks in with a cheeseburger on aplate, the smell mixing with the mildew and dust, causing my nose to curl in revulsion.

“Ooh. Right on time!” Rebel’s smile is contagious as she takes the plate, bringing the cheeseburger to her nose and inhaling dramatically. The movement has me cocking my head, wondering what the hell my woman is up to. I don’t think she ordered the food because she’s hungry.

Chains steps in, taking Zero’s spot, no one daring to speak as we take in the scene unfolding. We’ve all learned never to question a pregnant woman, especially if food is involved.

Rebel starts to hum something vaguely familiar as she uses the knife to cut through the burger. Then she makes a dramatic show of taking a small piece, resuming her humming as she chews. “This is fucking delicious. You must be hungry, Amber. They probably haven’t been feeding you well. Here… take a bite.”

Amber immediately pulls back, not trusting Rebel, and probably for good reason, but that doesn’t deter my woman’s focus. We all watch as she steps closer to Amber, gesturing for her to open up. When Amber seals her mouth shut and clenches her jaw, Rebel slams the knife into Amber’s thigh, forcing her to open with a blood-curdling scream. Rebel wastes no time, shoving a large chunk into Amber’s mouth. “Better chew good. Don’t want you choking now.”

I catch the wide expressions of the guys, seeing them match my own.

I knew Rebel needed to work this out.

To have her moment.

But I think I underestimated her.

Rebel’s humming continues, and I realize the song is from that Disney movie that Kenna loves so damn much. I can’t help but chuckle, shaking my head.

Only my woman can hum like a Disney Princess while torturing!

Rebel takes another bite, her eyes never leaving Amber, who is watching Rebel intently as she swallows the cheeseburger. “What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you be eating—” Whatever she was about to say is effectively cut off when Rebel yanks the knife from Amber’s leg.

Yep, don’t ever question a pregnant woman about her food.

“That is no way to thank me for sharing my meal.” Rebel’s gaze shifts to mine as she asks, “Don’t you think that was rude, Six?”

“And stupid,” I add on, earning a round of low chuckles from the guys.

“Well, now my cheeseburger is cold, but I don’t want the effort to go to waste. Looks like you will need to finish it, Amber. Open up,” she demands, and to my surprise, Amber does so willingly.

Rebel takes a manageable bite and delicately places it in Amber’s mouth. I raise a brow, wondering what the hell she’s up to. Amber’s body relaxes, and I see the glint in Rebel’s eye.

Oh shit.

Grabbing more of the cheeseburger off the plate, Rebel gestures for Amber to open up again even though she hasn’t finished chewing, let alone swallowing. Again, she does as she’s told, and I cringe.

This isn’t going to be pretty.

Rebel repeats the process, each bite getting bigger as she goes. Amber’s mouth is so full I’m positive she’s going to choke. As if on cue, she starts to sputter and cough, bits of bun and burger flying out of her mouth.

“Stop wasting it, dammit! Chew faster. Better yet, swallow it whole. I need you to finish this, Amber!” Rebel goads, and just like that, the stupid bitch is chewing and roughly swallowing the remains of her mouthful.

I shake my head in disbelief. There is something horrifically wrong with Amber if she is willing to almost choke on a burger just because Rebel said she needed her to do it.

“Mmm… you like that hearing that, don’t you? That you’re needed…” Tears finally start to well in Amber’s eyes, and it seems Rebel’s words have inflicted more pain than the knife. “Now, I’m going to need you to open wide…” Rebel proceeds to shove the remaining burger forcefully into Amber’s mouth, “… and don’t scream.”

Amber’s eyes widen in shock as she watches Rebel slam the knife into her other thigh, her cry of pain muffled by the food she’s trying desperately not to choke on. When Rebel steps forward, getting closer, the guys and I do the same, ensuring her safety despite how well Amber is bound to the Silver Chair. Rebel slams her hand under Amber’s jaw, forcing it closed and squeezing, her grip bruising.

Amber whimpers, thrashing back and forth so aggressively it’s hard to tell if it’s because she is actually choking or in desperation to get away. Either way, it has the guys stepping even closer.

Worried for Rebel, I dip my chin, and Wraith grips Amber by her hair tightly, effectively holding her still.

I step in behind Rebel, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. “That’s a little close, love.” When she relaxes into me, I inhale along her neck, my cock jerking in my jeans when her ass nudges against me.

Rebel turns quickly in my arms, slamming her mouth on mine. Before I can get lost in her, she pulls back and winks. “Soon,” she promises, and it has me growling before gritting my teeth.

A sob rents the air, and Rebel turns back to Amber, who now has a steady stream of tears rolling down her dirt-covered cheeks, bits of uneaten cheeseburger in her lap. “Just fucking let me go already,” she pleads, but all it does is make Rebel laugh, though it’s anything but cheerful.

Rebel yanks the knife from her other thigh, the pools of blood now matching in Amber’s lap. With the knife readjusted in her hand, she looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. Then, without warning, she turns back to Amber, slashing the knife in a wide motion. Amber’s eyes widen in shock and horror as the blade connects with the skin on her chest. The wound isn’t too deep, but the blood flows crimson down her pale skin. It all happens so fast that her reaction is delayed, but once the scream leaves her mouth, we are all taking a step back. Our shoulders hike up to our ears, and we cringe at the high pitch echoing in the small space.

But Rebel doesn’t stop, slicing another wound across Amber’s stomach so deep her innards threaten to spill out. Amber must realize as her breaths become careful and short as she stills. My eyes widen as Rebel steps closer once again, leaning right into Amber’s face. “I wanted to make this last long and be gloriously painful for you, but I just can’t stand to be near you. I don’t need you after all.” She slams the blade into Amber’s side, jamming it deep, the handle sticking out, bouncing with each labored breath. Amber screams, but it’s weaker, not as ear-piercing as she fades in and out of consciousness.

Without a word or even a look in my direction, Rebel turns and walks back toward the cabinet. I wonder what she is searching for when she returns with a clear plastic bag. I furrow my brows, and she turns to me with a smile. She’s enjoying her revenge, and watching her in her glory like this has a strange effect on my libido.

She walks in behind Amber, who now has a long line of saliva dangling from her mouth, her head hanging in exhaustion from what her body is being put through.

Rebel leans down next to her ear. “You locked my kids in a shipping container. They could have run out of oxygen. You gave Six strychnine, making it hard for him to breathe. I think it’s only fitting that you go out the same way you tried to take out my family. Rot in hell, Amber, because I know no one else will ever have a need for you.”

She shoves the plastic bag over Amber’s head and pulls it back so hard that Amber’s head is locked into place.

I widen my eyes, not knowing Rebel had this kind of thing in her.

Amber sucks in a deep breath, the bag instantly sticking to her face as her body struggles from side to side, blood and guts spilling from her open wounds while she fights for breath that simply isn’t coming. Seeing the determination on Rebel’s face, she holds the bag tighter, watching the fierceness in her eyes and the joy she is taking at ending Amber’s life ignites something in me. My woman has come alive at taking a life, and this is something I never thought I’d witness.

It is a beautiful sight to behold.

Amber struggles one last time, then the bag deflates against her face, and her body goes limp.

Rebel lets out a grunt and drops Amber from her grip.

Dead.

I race over to Rebel, pulling her to me, and slam my lips to hers, my tongue sliding into her mouth as I kiss her passionately, feeling that spark and energy surrounding us like it always does. Her bloody hands slide up into my hair while she caresses me. I slowly pull back and lean my forehead against hers as the guys prepare the body for the oil pit.

Staring into her eyes, I need to know she’s okay. The warmth in her gaze and her flushed cheeks tell me all I need to know. It still doesn’t stop me from placing a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks, and finally, her lips.

A sense of relief suddenly washes over me.

Not only is my Old Lady more than okay, but Amber has also been dealt with.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” I murmur against her lips, and she grins.

“I don’t know what that says about your sexual preferences,” she teases.

“It says I am damn proud of my woman, and she turns me the fuck on.”

The oil pit lights up, the heat filtering through the room, and we both turn to see the guys throwing Amber’s body into it.

I hold onto Rebel tight and shake my head. “Shall we go and shower?”

She nods, but there is a hint of mischief in her expression. “Let’s go shower and get very, very dirty.”

A slow smile crosses my face. “You guys good?” I call out, my eyes still firmly on my Old Lady.

“We got this,” Zero states with a slight chuckle.

Grabbing Rebel’s hand, I take off with her for the stairs because I’m about to show her just how fucking dirty I can make it.