I laughed evilly. “Oh, I know you will. Because when we get done with you, you’ll be dead.” He paled even more. I saw wetness stain the crotch of his pants. The pussy had just pissed himself. I had my hand around his throat, and it was all I could do not to choke him to death right then. Jocelyn came hurrying around to me.
“Honey, let go of him. You can kill his ass later. Right now, I need a damn hug.” I shook him before throwing him to Tank. I looked at her. She appeared to be okay. I couldn’t see any signs of damage. I pulled her into my arms and lifted her off the ground, running my hands all up and down her body.
“Fuck, Jocelyn. I can’t believe this. Did he hurt you? Do you hurt anywhere? We need to get you to the hospital and get you and the babies checked out. The wreck—” She shushed me.
“I’m fine. The wreck jarred me a little, but you kept me from hitting my head. I’m a little sore over the upper stomach.” I started to panic. “But it’s not anywhere close to the babies. I swear if I feel worse or get new pains or anything, we’ll go. Right now, I want this asshole taken to the compound.”
Her eyes were lit with fire. I’d never seen her so pissed or look so vengeful. I knew she’d stick up for herself. She stepped up to Jonathan. He gave her a baleful look. “You’re going to suffer you son of a bitch. And I’ll be sure you feel it before you die. You think you can have anything and anyone. Fucking no, means no. I know you’ve stalked other women before and got away with it. Well, you’re not going to get away with it this time.”
She turned to me. “Let’s go, baby. I want to see him get what he deserves, in your special place.” She was referring to the Cellar, the place out in the woods, where we took people for interrogation or worse. I’d briefly told her about it when she’d seen the place and asked what it was. It was great, because it not only was secure, but we had our own crematorium hidden under it. That helped with getting rid of unwanted bodies. We didn’t go around indiscriminately killing people, just the ones who deserved it and wouldn’t get justice if we handed them over to the law. Was it vigilantism? Yes. We liked to live by the laws of the old West. An eye for an eye and all that shit.
Demon, Rebel and Ace drug him to the SUV. They zip tied his hands and feet and taped his mouth closed. I hated to have her in the same vehicle as him, but I didn’t want to wait for another one. She didn’t seem to mind. I put her in the car and got on my bike. Before they took off, Terror knocked his ass out. All the way back to the compound I rode beside her window so I could keep an eye on her. She seemed to be calm. It was kind of worrying me. Soon that fucker would be dead. The thought made me smile.