Chapter Three
Shane
My vision turns red as soon as I see Shelby, my baby girl, walking out of the door of the club hand-in-hand with some asshole. I can tell that she's been drugged. Shelby doesn't drink and every stumble of her steps makes her look inebriated or worse, much worse. Her huge tits are nearly falling out of her small skin-tight dress. She looks beautiful. She's always stunning, but tonight she must have drawn the eye of every man that she walked past.
I want to kill them all.
Without even looking for a parking spot I pull up onto the curb, Gio yelling from the backseat, but all I see is red. All I can see is her hand in his. All I can think is that he needs to die. I launch out of the car and over the curb, running straight for her. She's so far gone she doesn't even see me coming. She doesn't notice I'm here until I rip her companion's hand out of hers and level him with a right hook that lays him on the ground. I climb onto him, pummeling his face with my fist and shouting at him that I'm going to kill him.
Shelby screams but by the time she realizes who I am, Rafe is there and holding her back. She trembles while I continue to pummel her companion.
"I know what you did! I know what you did and now you're gonna die for it. No one fucks with my baby."
Only gurgling sounds come in reply as blood trickles down his face from his nose and his lips. One is already swollen and distorting his features. He was a handsome guy. But he will make an even more handsome corpse.
"You're going to kill him!" Shelby yells.
"He drugged you, you're damn right I'm gonna kill him. And that would be too easy of a fate. Some lowlife fuck like this doesn't need to be on the streets harming other innocent women like you. I'm doing the women of Chicago a favor."
Shelby is quiet, then her hand moves to her sweaty forehead as her eyes round with awareness. "I do feel drugged. I didn't drink anything. I followed your rules–I never had any alcohol."
"Did you drink anything from him?" Gio is there then, locking her fingers with his and forcing her gaze to his warm eyes.
She shakes her head. "A – I had some water," she finally admits.
"Drugging pretty girls with water, huh?" I land another hook at his temple before clasping his throat with my left hand and squeezing tightly enough to block off the flow of oxygen. “Good night, motherfucker."
His body slumps, lifeless.
"Shit. We're going to need someone to clean this up," Rafe comments and pulls out his phone, tapping out a quick message to who I assume is our cleaner. I don't keep one on staff, I don't make a habit of bloodying stupid fuckers like this guy, but then, it's been a more common occurrence the last few years since Shelby has gone off to college.
"Where is your tracker?"
"My tracker?" Shelby looks confused, then shoves a hand in her purse and digs around. She pulls out the tiny GPS tracker I made sure that she always carried with her. "I guess the battery died"?
Gio swipes it from her palm, turning it over to examine it before shoving a hand in his pocket and pulling out another one. The one from his pocket blinks red, indicating that it's active. He slips that one in her purse instead. "I'll have to call the company and get a replacement for this one. As long as you're charging at night it should never die."
"Get in the car," I instruct.
And just like that, the four of us walk away. Our family is safe again.