Chapter Ten
One week later
The doctor gave Penny the all clear and prescribed her some painkillers in case she needed them for a headache. Rage kept an eye on her, and in the last week she’d been fine. All of her bruises had come out, which only made him damn angry.
After he killed all Sean and his people in the warehouse, Pipe took care of the rest.
“I’m sorry about your woman,” Pipe said.
“I got to her before any permanent damage was done. They beat her, and I wish they were still alive so I could give hurt them once again.” Rage folded his arms over his chest, and stared across the table at the President of the Hell’s Wolves MC. It had been a week of cleaning up mess, and getting their shit in order. The warehouse had been burnt to the ground, and the bodies had been taken care of.
“I didn’t know that Sean was coming to Sinners’ Corner, or what he had planned.” They were back in the neutral territory like they were over a month ago, handling club business. Penny was at the clubhouse surrounded by the old ladies, taking care of her.
“You better keep a tight leash on your club or otherwise I will declare Hell’s Wolves the enemy,” Saint said.
“I’m not looking to make an enemy, Saint. I’ve been weeding out the trash in my club, and what you have before you are the men who are loyal to me, and will not hurt what we’re building.”
Rage looked behind Pipe to see that all the men were indeed loyal to Pipe.
“What happened to the bodies?” Saint asked.
“I handled it. They’re nice and crispy, and have been buried in my backyard,” Pipe said.
“You burnt them?”
“Men who are disloyal to me are burnt, and the women used and discarded. I may be a civil man here, Saint, but how I handle my club is my own business.”
Rage got the message. Pipe was a hard fucker, and he made sure the club knew what was coming to them. Saint had his own way of dealing with traitors who were not loyal to the patch.
They took care of club business, and within the hour he was on his way back to their own clubhouse. Parking his bike next to Saint’s, Rage was anxious to go and see his woman. It had only been a week since the attack, and he hated leaving her.
“You think we’re going to have a problem with Pipe?” he asked.
“Nah. Pipe knows how to handle shits like Sean, and take care of women.”
“He’d kill a woman?”
“Wouldn’t you if they threatened the safety of the club?”
Rage nodded. “I’ve never been put in that position.”
“For both of our sakes, I hope we never are put in that position. I will do a lot for this club, Rage, a damn lot.” Saint slapped him on the back and made his way inside.
Rage walked in, and found his woman on her hands and knees, scrubbing at the floor. He moved behind her, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her up. “What have I told you? We have cleaners to do that shit.” He took the rubber gloves off her hands, followed by the apron she wore. Her hair was bound on top of her head.
“I was tired of being treated like I was fragile. I’m not fragile.”
He stroked a finger down her face where the bruises were still incredibly dark. “I’d say you were still fragile, baby.”
“It’s nothing. I find it hard having everyone ask me if I’m all right. Nothing really happened, not really.”
“You were almost raped.”
“Exactly, almost. I wasn’t actually raped, and you came to my rescue before it happened. I’m not going to break. Yes, it was scary, and no, I don’t want it to happen again. I just, I need to move on, and forget what happened.”
He took hold of her hand, pressing a kiss to the ring he’d placed on her finger. “You’re a strong woman, Penny.”