The Devil's Blaze MC Boxed Set: Books 1-4 by Jordan Marie

Author:Jordan Marie [Marie, Jordan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-13T18:30:00+00:00

Epilogue

Epilogue Part Two

Skull

I close the door on Beth’s cries. Her tears won’t do her any good. I’m not the man I was. I will never be him again. I go to the nursery to check on Gabriella. Gabriella. She named mi hija after my mom. Was that just a trick, too? A card she could play when her back was against the wall?

Gabriella is sleeping in her crib. My daughter. My hands shake as I reach out to brush a stray curl from her forehead.

“She’s beautiful,” Annie says, coming up behind me.

Sabre and Latch brought her here to keep her safe, but to also help me make sure Gabriella is taken care of when I can’t be with her. I wasn’t grandstanding talking to Beth. I have so much anger at her right now that I want to punish her. I want her to hurt like I hurt. Like she made me hurt.

“Si. She reminds me of mi madre.”

“She looks just like you.”

I smile at the words as pride slides through me. She does. She looks like me. It feels good having that acknowledged.

“Did you put the monitor in my room?” I ask her.

“Yes, just like you asked. But I’ll be here until Sabre and Latch get back with Lucy.”

“Thank you, Annie. You are a diamante among inmundo perlas,” I tell her, but I don’t wait around for a reply. Instead, I leave and head out of the building.

I make my way to the club’s garage. Once inside, I open the trapdoor to the basement. I climb down into it and turn on the light. Standing in front of me chained from the ceiling by his hands and dangling a good two feet from the floor is Pistol. His face is a bloody mess, swollen beyond recognition. His knees have been taped and semi-repaired by Dr. Torres. She’s a fucking hot piece of work. Why couldn’t I have fallen for someone like her? Hot sex, uncomplicated… if only I could feel any of that beyond the pain I feel right now.

The florescent fixture buzzes and then clicks before lighting all the way. Pistol is naked. He’s missing most of his toes now, and his ass has been cut by a mixture of my knife, broken bottles, and other objects. I figured, if he’s going to fuck with me, I might as well show him how to take it like a man. Blood has run and dried down his legs. His ribs are purple, but nowhere near as scary-looking as it was last week. I know a couple are broken, but he’s still breathing, so they must have not punctured a lung.

I stand there watching him, taping my hands up. I think he opens an eye. It’s such a fucking mess, who could be sure?

“Mátame,” Pistol says, the word coming out barely more than a soft whisper. I might not have heard it, except he begs for the same thing every time. It’s monotonous. He should figure out by now that he dies when I’m done, not before.

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