Twisted Knights: Heaven and Hell: Twisted Knights MC Book Two (6 page)

“Finish it, I don't give a fuck how, just make it hurt.” I walked in the house and shut the door. I slid down the wall and collapsed as the gun shot went off.
 

Demon

I let the
other guys handle Chloe, shooting
her knee cap and letting her bleed out slowing.
I talked to Angel about the conversion she had with Chloe. So far this is what I know. Clarke may have faked their marriage and Chloe sold her soul to the devil to roll on Angel. Now with Angel promising to wait for me, it is my turn with Butch. The mother fucker that raped and beat my woman.
 

When I walked in the door I slammed it shut, causing him to jump.
 

“Took you long enough. I have been in here for days.”
 

I walked around so that he could lay eyes on me. Judging by the surprised look on his face, I wasn't who he thought was walking through the door.
 

“Did you think that someone was going to save you? Even if you manged to get out of here, I would hunt you down like the dog you are. Why try and fight it?”
 

“You will pay for this, along with Tatts. There are still people out there that when they find out about this, they will come for you and your club.”  He
tugged on his restraints, the effort was a waste, they aren’t going to budge.
 

“I can't wait.” I grabbed his jaw and began to squeeze it. He tried to jerk away but my grip was too tight. I pulled out my pocket knife with my free hand and whipped it open.
 

One long slice from the side of his lip to his ear. He growled with pain, and I chuckled. I repeated the same on the other side. I smiled down at him,
 

“Now no matter what I say or do you will smile.”
 

“Let me free and I'll show you who's boss.” Butch hasn't eaten in days, and I know for a fact I could take this puss.
 

“Fine, first give me some names. Club members that work for Clarke. If you beat me you can walk, agreed?”
 

“Fine, I'll tell you the names of the members that I know. When I beat you, your guys let me walk, and believe me I'll be taking Rebecca with me when I do.”
 

“If you beat me, you'll have to deal with her.” Even if he were to beat me, he wasn't going to be walking out of this cabin.
 

I stripped the room, no weapons or objects. I walked back into the room with Tatts, who was ordered not to interfere. I felt
way too
much
r
age for this to be slow. Butch would die today.
 

Tatts cut him loose and I stripped off my shirt. Before he was full
y
standing I hit him with a right hook straight to the jaw. He stumbled to the side and took the back of his hand and wiped the blood off his lip.
 

“Her pussy really was tight, you must be a needle dick.”
 

Butch charged me, slamming me into the wall. When my head hit the wall it felt like it was going to explode. Stars filled my line of sight for a few brief seconds. He dug his fingers into my shoulder causing me to groan in pain. He hit me in the gut and I elbowed him in the head. The blow to the temple was harsh, he grunted on impact. Dizziness slowed my movements, as I walked over to him, kneeing him in the ribs with enough force to knock him down. I already had all the club names on a piece of paper in Tatts pocket, time to kill this bastard. I kicked him in the face and I heard the crunch of his cheekbone shattering. I raised my foot to stomp his head but was halted by his mumble,
 

“Wait. This is bigger than Clarke, and you won't live through it.” I almost stopped myself, but Clarke is still alive. I can get what I need out of him. I walked over to Tatts held my hand out for his knife. Without a word he handed it to me, handle first. I dropped to my knees by Butch.
 

“By the time I get through with all of y'all, Twisted Knights will be the only thing left standing.” I nicked his neck, blood started gushing. I stood and walked out of the room without looking back.
 

Angel

I kept my promise to Demon, I waited until he was done with
fuck face
. Now it's my turn, Demon had prepped me before we headed to the room. Clarke is a sick man and deserves what I am about to do to him.
 

When we walked in the room Clarke's head was hanging down, like he was asleep. Yeah right, that bastard sleeps with one eye open all the fucking time. I carefully walked over to him, knife in hand and gun tucked safely in my pants.
 

“So, I met your whore.” His head jerked towards my voice. The evil smile on his face made me want to barf. His glare boring holes into me as he watched me move around in front of him. That's right mother fucker, Demon isn't going to finish this fight, I am. “She was under the impression that we aren't married, that can't be true right. I do remember a priest and a white dress.” I laced my voice with enough sweetness to sound honestly hurt.
 

“Bitch you were a pawn, just a means into the club.” Not going to lie that hurts a little. “Don't get me wrong, the sex was great but we knew that if push came to shove Steel wouldn't harm a hair on you head. I faked the whole thing, even the priest was a fake. So if I die you get nothing.” His snicker was beginning to piss me off.
 

“Well, that's great! I don't want your blood money.” I walked up to him and held out a picture of Ryder and Rylynn. “But these two, they are entitled to everything you own. Seeing as how you helped produce them.” His eyes changed no longer amused, they filled with red hot anger. That's it get mad, I want you to be mad.
 

“YOU FUCKING DUMB CUNT.” I slid the picture of Demon holding the Twins back into my pocket quickly.
T
hen I produced the knife and laid it in on his cheek.
 

“You don't ever get to call me that again. And as for my kids, yes they are your blood, but Demon is their
d
addy.” I slid the knife quickly, drawing blood.
 

“You remember
what
you told me, the night of the pool party? I do believe it was 'I OWN YOU!' wasn't it? Well now it looks like you don't own shit.” I ran the knife along his forearm, blood almost immediately ran down his arm and onto the floor.  
 

Demon stood in the far corner of the room listening. He nodded once showing his support. I wanted this,
h
e would have handled this, I know that. What I don't know is why I am doing this, it doesn't make me feel better about losing my brother. I have to keep my emotions in check or I might just fail at this.
 

I took the fork that I had been hiding in my pocket out, I wasn't kidding about that part. When I came closer I could tell things began to click into place with Clarke. He eyed the fork carefully, wondering where I was going to go with it. When I jammed it deep into his upper thigh, he screamed in pain. I twisted it around before removing it and doing the same on the other thigh. His scream echoed around us, instant goosebumps.
 

“Tell him what he wants to know Clarke and this will be over very soon.” Clarke shook his head to inform me he wasn't going to talk.
 

“Clarke, you took my brother from me, you killed him, you abused me for years. What kind of sick fuck allows a man to rape a woman? Do you think that I am going to be easy on you? You wanted me fucking broken, well you got it!” I was screaming in face, holding his head forcing him to look at me. This is no longer a sick man's mind games. I
let go of his face and backhanded him. His head whipped to the side and perfect hand print welted on his face.
 

“Rebecca, this is bigger than me. I will not give up the names, ever. You could cut my nuts off, still not going to happen. One thing I will tell you, my kids aren't safe. I would never harm them, but these guys don't give a fuck.” His voice was too calm, it was like he was accepting his fate.
 

“Clarke, I can't protect my kids if I don't know who to protect them from.” His eyes showed little emotion, he doesn't truly care about the twins. This man is a heartless bastard who has made his billions by killing people and dealing drugs. When I look over at Demon, I almost loose my resolve. His face is saddened. I realized then I was crying, not the hard bawling I have been doing but a few tears ran down my face.
 

“I will not roll.” I slapped him again. The sting of my hand burned like molten lava.
 

I don’t know why but all I want to do is beat the shit out of this man, cause him some of the pain I felt for all those years. I took the knife back out and cut his shirt open. The knife sliced right across his nipples, causing him to flinch.
 

“When I get done with you, no one will ever want to look at you. Remember when you said that to me? Remember the pools of blood at my knees? Yeah, I bet you do remember.” His frown was beginning to piss me off, maybe I should change that. I held the blade up to his mouth and ran the blade along his cheek, cutting a smile onto his face. Repeated on the other side too.
 

“There, now you are happy! Tell me what I need to know!”
 

“No!” I dropped the weapons and punched him, right in the nose. Blood drained into his mouth, and he spat it towards me. I elbowed him in the chest knocking the air out of him.
 

“Tell me!” The room echoed with my voice, but Clarke remained quiet.
 

I walked around behind him, pulled out the gun and shot him in his shoulder. His scream  was full of agony and for some reason I loved it. It might make a sick person, but he has caused me to scream that way so many times, this just seemed to even the score.
 

“I'll ask you again, who are we looking for? All I need is a name”  I could hear him sniffling, letting out weak breaths. I've been there, done that. This time I put the barrel of the gun to the back of his head. I was holding it with just my right hand, when I noticed it was shaking, I gripped the gun with both hands.
 

“All I will tell you is that a woman at your club has daddy
issues
. Figure it out yourself.” He took a couple of deep breaths before continuing,
 

“Demon, I hope that every time you fuck this bitch you remember that I had her first, that I was the one that broke her. I will always haunt her!” His voice, I hated it so much.
 

“Clarke, you might have broke me, but Demon is the one that heals me. As for me I get to be happy, finally. I get to walk out of here knowing that you will never lay an eye on my babies. Also I will enjoy thinking of you, because every thought of you will remind me that you are in hell!” Before he could respond I pulled the trigger, his head flew forward and blood spattered everywhere. In that moment relief washed through my body. I dropped to my knees, laid the gun down.  Everything on m
e hurt, but I feel lighter, almost like a weight has been lifted. I started to cry,
Happy or sad tears, I don't know, both I guess. One thing I do know is I'm free!
 

Demon

On the flight back home, Angel cried most of the way. Sleeping the rest. I knew it was going to be hard on her, but my woman wanted to do this. Steel would be so proud to know that she stood up for herself, finally killing the man that has caused her so much pain.
 

Steel's funeral was the day after we returned home. Most of the club was there, all on their bikes wearing their cuts. On the way to the grave site Angel rode with Alyssa and her mother in the limo, while I rode beside Spider. We closed down roads for more then five minutes. The roaring of bikes could be hear for miles around. Everything was just like he would have wanted it, including the major after party. I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't shed a few tears, because I did. My best friend was no longer with us, and it was something I wasn't prepared for.
 

At the after party, I did get to speak to Spider privately. He told me what I thought all along, Meg would be so happy that I met someone like Angel. That she is smiling down on us everyday, blessing our life. We also talked about
c
lub business. Tatts wants to stop running and settle, so we talked about him patching to our chapter. The hardest thing we talked about was the VP position. While I was gone every member got to nominate their choice for VP. Everyone voted for me, which mean
s
at Church next week, I have to give an answer. My heart is torn. I don't want Steel's title, but I do.
 

Angel seemed to be getting pretty close with Holly, the whole party they stuck together like glue. A few times I saw her crying but nothing too bad.
 

We
ended
up heading home early and for the first time in almost two months we slept in our bed, with the twins right beside us. Angel didn't move, or scream. She was finally at peace.
 

“Angel, babe wake up. I want to take us out today. Show you something that was close to Steel.” I had already got the kids ready. I slid on my t-shirt and grabbed my cut from the chair. Angel had set up and was stretching. Her tits almost on full display through the thin white shirt she was wearing. My dick instantly got hard and I had to mentally beat it back down. She is not ready for sex, not yet, but one day she will be.
 

“OK, give me five minutes and I'll be ready. Is there coffee ready?” I pointed to the steaming hot coffee, made just the way she likes it. I'm turning sapp
y
.