As much as I itched to make his death long, painful and bloody, we had to be smart about it. There couldn’t be any questions about the cause of death. No reason to look outward, especially after Violet getting in a fight with him the night before.
Wire fucked with the security cameras in the apartment complex so no one saw us come in. No one saw us leave either. Cause of death would be ruled an overdose. No one would question it. No fingers would point to Violet. Especially since the club’s lawyer had already managed to get charges brought against him and the cops who didn’t take the statement in the first place.
Tragic story of a rich boy who knew he was facing time in prison and took the coward’s way out.
“Wish we could’ve made it last longer,” Colby complained as we got in the SUV we’d parked down the street. Bikes were much too loud. We weren’t wearing our cuts either. I trusted Wire to make sure we weren’t caught on any cameras, but it was always better to make sure no nosy citizen could identify us.
“Yeah,” I agreed, getting in the car.
We didn’t speak until I made a turn that took us the opposite way rather than back to the Rhode Island clubhouse.
“We’re making another stop,” I informed him.
“Yeah?” Colby asked, checking his clip.
“Cop who brought Violet out,” I said. “Had his hand on her. In a way that was personal. Didn’t like the way he looked at her.”
Colby’s jaw was clenched. “He the one she punched?”
I nodded. Because Violet did not only attack a rapist, she punched the cop who apparently didn’t take her friend’s report seriously.
Colby grinned. “She’s very vocal about how the club needs to open the patch up to women… She’d make a good first member.”
Violet had not hidden how despicable she found it that the club’s only roles for women were club girls or Old Ladies. She did not understand the power both sets of those women held. But it also amused the fuck out of me to watch her duke it out with Hansen about the long-established rules of the club, rendering him speechless once she was done with him.
“She’d make a good Old Lady too,” Colby added, looking at me.
My hand tightened on the steering wheel. “No more fucking talking.”
Colby didn’t say another word. He didn’t have to. The damage was already done. He’d said out loud what I’d been thinking since I tasted her lips.
My gun at his temple woke him up.
I smiled at the terror in his eyes. “You’ve got two choices,” I informed him. “I kill you right now, and trust me, that would be my choice.” My trigger finger itched. “Or you can live by packing whatever shit you can pack in the next five minutes, and never come back here. You try to do anything stupid, we’ll know.”
Wire had already hacked into every account this fucker had. Already had him under surveillance. It was not an idle threat. They never were.
I pressed the gun in harder. “I know you owe a lot of people money. Know you like to gamble. Know you like your girls young. Barely legal.” My teeth grinded at that little gem Wire had unearthed from his search history.
He was a cop in a college town. He like fucked-up porn. He had power here. If we’d found any evidence that he’d done anything with that power—beyond not listening to a woman who was assaulted, which was crime enough—he wouldn’t be getting any other fucking choices.
As it was, I was still eager to kill the fucker. But it would be messy. Killing a cop would bring a lot of bullshit. Bullshit I was more than willing to deal with for Violet, but I also had a club to think about.
“We’ll be watching you, so if you try to come back here, try to tell anyone about this little visit or try to wear a badge somewhere else, it’ll be back to choice number one,” I hissed. “My personal favorite.”
The bitter stench of piss was overpowering as the coward’s bladder let go.
He did as we asked, so unfortunately, I had no reason to kill him. But it meant that I would be going back to Violet without blood on my hands.
In the literal sense, at least.
I was covered in it, if you wanted to get metaphorical. Which was why, among many other reasons, I had no business touching her, claiming her.
But I did it anyway.
Because, despite what she said, I was not a good man.
VIOLET