The cuffs were still used. It seemed my dominator sure liked me rendering him helpless.
I kind of liked it too.
I didn’t like being followed everywhere and having my whereabouts known every second, but Gabriel was concrete on that score.
Carlos and that Devlin guy were still on the loose, which pissed Gabriel right off. Understatement of the century. I wasn’t too hot on it either, but I was trying to live my life. The one I was just getting back. And actually liking.
So obviously this had to happen.
“And I hate him for what he did to you,” Nat continued on a whisper. “And for what he’s doing to everyone else.”
I didn’t miss how her voice shook. “Everyone else?”
“Yeah. He’s making sure all his girls are soliciting and hooked on drugs.” I heard a sniff on the other side of the phone. “He owns us, Bex. And I don’t want anyone to own me anymore. So I thought if I told you where he was, your boyfriend and his club….”
I didn’t miss her meaning.
“Where is he?” I snapped.
“Aimless,” she whispered, referring to the bar which had been my old haunt. “He’s only with one other guy. Tyson, I think.”
“Okay.” I was about to hang up when I stopped. “Nat, he doesn’t own you. Neither does that shit you put in your body. You own you.” And then I hung up.
I checked my bag for my gun.
Satisfied, I pulled back onto the road.
In the direction of Aimless.
Lucky
He glanced down at his phone and shook his head. “No, Skid, you do not have to drink a gallon of Gatorade if Becky tries to make you. You have to wait until I’m there to watch.”
Gage grinned.
Since Skid had been tailing Becky and she’d been very vocal about how she felt about it, she made it her personal mission to torture the poor guy enough to run from her.
The opposite was happening. Lucky reasoned the fuck would still follow her around even if he stopped ordering him to.
She had that about her.
That spirit. It was coming back. Coming back stronger than ever.
The fact his wrists were slightly sore was testament to that. His dick hardened at the memory.
It took three words to chase that hard-on away.
“We’ve got trouble,” Skid yelled, obviously on his bike.
His blood ran cold and he burst up from his chair, spilling his beer in the process. “Where is she?” he demanded.
“Currently? She’s driving, and we seem to be going in the direction of Aimless.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he roared. “Stop her.”
“Unless you want me to make her crash her car, I kind of can’t.”
“Fuck!” he yelled, swiping a glass so it shattered on the ground. “We’ll be there in twenty. Do not let her set foot in Aimless.”
He put the phone down and both Asher and Gage stood in front of him.
“We got trouble,” he declared.
Gage rubbed his hands together. “Good.”
Becky
The second I pulled into the parking lot, a bike roared in beside me.
Skid was up in my face as soon as I climbed out of my car.
I gripped the gun inside my bag. “Get out of my way, Jason,” I gritted out.
He didn’t move. “I can’t let you go in there.”
“You don’t let me go in anywhere. I’m a grown woman. I go where I please.”
“Yeah, but you going in there?” He nodded to the abandoned-looking bar. “It’s not smart.”
“I’m not smart. I’m angry. And an angry woman is dangerous. I don’t want you to bear the brunt of that, but I will shoot you in the kneecap if you don’t move,” I threatened, unearthing my gun.
He must have gauged my threat because he stepped back. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling out his own gun.
I raised a brow. “I didn’t ask you to come in.”
He stared at me. “If I don’t, your old man is gonna shoot me, and not in the kneecap.”
I squinted at him. He was serious, and I didn’t doubt Gabriel might do it. “Well, I’m kind of fond of you, so alrighty then, let’s go.”
I didn’t think much as I was walking through the desolate gravel parking lot. In fact, I didn’t think at all.
It was empty apart from my car, Skid’s bike, and a black town car I recognized.
So I knew what to expect when I burst through the open door. Carlos, leaning against the bar, drinking from a glass and chatting with Tyson.
They both turned as we walked in and I didn’t even falter, just kept walking even as Tyson raised his gun.
There was a loud boom from beside me that had my ears ringing. Tyson crumbled to the ground.
I stepped over him with little effort, and, like I’d practiced it, lifted the gun and squeezed.
The glass in his hand smashed to the floor.
In the movies, revenge came to a big crescendo, a climactic moment full of the action and drama you’d been waiting for since it all started.