Chapter 12

“Neo, no. We need togo now. We’re going to be late.” Dean sighs as I make a little detour towards the club.

“I’ll be quick, I promise. I really have to piss,” I tell him, trying not to grin at my ulterior motives. “I’ll just pop into the club, go to the bathroom and then I’ll be back.”

“You should have just gone at home,” Axel mutters.

“I’m not a fucking child,” I huff. “I don’t need to use the potty before leaving the house,” I say sarcastically

“Clearly you do,” Axel huffs.

“Whatever.” I pull into the parking lot. “Just keep the car running. I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Neo.” Harlow’s voice has me pausing as I get out of the car. I look back to find her watching me with a knowing look. “Be good. Remember.”

Remember that Queenie wants their blood. I know. And fuck, has it been hard not slitting their throats.

They’ve been in the basement of the club for a few weeks now. Beast found them, beat them to a bloody pulp and threw them in the cells Queenie has for her victims.

When I came to, I was confused as to why my knuckles were so beat up. But then Beast fed me little bits of information and everything made sense.

When I processed, I had the choice to leave, lose my mind, maybe take a few lives, or stay at home with my queen who’s pregnant with our daughter. Even if it was an easy choice, it still didn’t mean I didn’t have the need to repeat what Beast did to them.

“Oh my queen. I’m always a good boy.” I grin.

She just rolls her eyes, a small smirk twitching on her sinful lips. Blowing her a kiss and casting her a wink, I slam the car door shut and jog toward the club.

“Hey Neo!” Roxy greets me. “What are you doing here?”

“Just stopping in to take a piss,” I tell her as I head toward the basement door.

“But the bathrooms are the opposite way,” she tells me.

“I know.” I shoot her a grin over my shoulder. She gives me a look but sighs, knowing better than to ask.

When I get downstairs, I walk through Queenie’s playroom and to the doors on the far side of the room. The moment I open the door, I grimace.

We have some of Queenie’s men in charge of them. Giving them just enough food and water to keep them alive and cleaning out their shit and piss buckets when needed. Looks like they’re going to need to stop in again, because it fucking stinks in here. After I’m done with my visit, of course.

“Hello, hello, hello,” I say in a very cheerful tone. The three of them look up from where they’re propped against the back wall.

“Neo!” my sperm donor says, scrambling to get to his feet.

“Damn Pops. You look rough. You look like you could use a good shower and a nice meal.” I give him a cat-like grin.

“Neo. Please, Son, let us out of here. I promise I’ll forgive you for what you did. Just get us the fuck out of here.”

My brows jump. “First off, I didn’t put you in here. Beast did. And second. Forgive me?” I burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re fucking with me, right? The fuck would I have to be forgiven for?”

All humor disappears from my face as I glare at him murderously. “You”re the one who would needs forgiveness. Too bad, what you’ve done is unforgivable.”

“Look, we’re sorry about the company.” The twin”s father groans. Dude’s face looks like it had a fight with a meat grinder. “But you have shown us how strong you are as businessmen now. You turned the company around.”

“And you thought you could just slip back in and take over? What kind of delulu juice have you been drinking on your little vacation? Look, I don’t have time for this bullshit. Here’s the deal. You fucked with the wrong girl. And now you”re going to die for it.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean’s dad asks. “What girl?”

“What girl?” I ask with a cruel smile. “The girl we all worked so hard to keep you from.”

It takes him a moment to understand who I mean. “You mean that McKaven bitch?” He snorts out a laugh. “She was a high school crush. Get over it. She’s dead and gone. You”re going to fuck over your family because of some dead girl?”

My hand twitches, ready to grab my gun and put a bullet through all of their heads right now and end their pathetic lives. But I won’t. My queen deserves their blood, not me.

“Dead?” I laugh. “Oh, no no. Harlow isn’t dead. Far from it.”

“Yes, she is,” my father tells me. “She died in the fire.”

“What fire?” I ask him, cocking my head to the side. “How would you know about a fire she might have been involved with? Is there something you want to tell me?”

He looks behind him to the others. “Don’t fucking look at them!” I roar, reaching through the bars, I grab his shirt and yank him forward hard enough that his head bangs off the metal.

“I know what you did. You touched what was ours. You did sick, fucked up things to her while she was fucking kidnapped!” I roar. “And because of that, you will die.”

“You would kill your father over a piece of ass?” he spits, all the niceness of hoping to manipulate me into letting him go is gone now. Of course, it was an act. The man is a fucking monster. All he cares about is himself and his fucked up hobbies. And money. It’s always about money with people like him.

“I’m not going to kill you,” I tell him. “She is.”

“Harlow?” he laughs. “She is nothing but a weak woman with fear in her eyes. You can put a gun in her hand, but you would have to pull the trigger for her.”

“You see, that”s where you”re wrong.” I get into his face and smile. “Because Harlow isn’t going to kill you. No no, Queenie is.” Fear flashes into his eyes and I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh yes! This is going to be so fucking good. You know who Queenie is, don’t you?”

“How the fuck do you know her?” Dean’s dad asks.

I push my father back, making him land on his ass. “Because. She’s my queen. My lover. My heart, my soul. My mother fucking everything. Harlow and Queenie are one in the same.”

Their eyes widen in disbelieving shock. “You tried to break her. To ruin her. But you just made her into the biggest, baddest mother fucker to ever walk this earth.” I throw my arms out. “And now you”re at her mercy.”

“So, where is she then?” The twin”s father asks. “If she’s so big and bad, why isn’t she here dealing with us?”

“Because she’s been busy growing the most precious thing. My baby. Oh, by the way, you know how none of you wanted us to be with Harlow? Jokes on you bitches because all four of us are.” I wink.

“So, you get to rot here until our baby is born. Then whenever Queenie feels like dealing with you, you will be dealt with. In the meantime, Beast will come here whenever he feels like having fun, pulling each of you one by one from this cell and having some grand old fun with you until you’re begging him to stop. And then he’ll keep going. You”re going to get to know what it feels like to be locked up against your will and taken out to be played with in a fucked up sick way.”

I start to unbuckle my belt and pull my dick out. “Aren”t you so glad you”re back home?” I ask as I step forward. “You thought you could come here and steal back everything? Nah, I don’t think so.” I let out a sigh as the first stream of piss comes out. My father looks down at where I’m pissing on him and scrambles back in horror as I grin. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have better things to do. Enjoy.”

Zipping myself back up, I return to the car.

“What took you so long?” Dean asks.

“Really had to pee,” I tell him as we pull out of the club and back onto the road. I meet Harlow’s face in the mirror. “Ready for some fun?”

She gives me a slow grin. “Always.”