Unbeautifully

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

With his boot pressed firmly in the small of Mama Vi’s back, Deuce watched as Ripper walked off across the lawn, his daughter cradled in the man’s arms, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Tap stepped in front of him. “Hold off a minute, Prez,” he said, looking down at Mama Vi, his mouth slowly curving into a grin. “Lemme have at her first.”

“Fuck you,” Deuce muttered. “This bitch needs to be put the fuck down.”

“Yeah,” Tap said, his eyes never once leaving Mama Vi. “But first I’m gonna show her what the fuck happens when some fuckin’ cunt thinks she can mess with my club.”

Deuce knew what was about to go down. And normally, he’d put a stop to it. His boys always wanted ass after shit got bloody or just plain crazy, all that adrenaline needing an outlet, but he’d made sure they’d always gone back to the club or a bar for that shit. But when it came to this bitch, he didn’t have an ounce of give-a-fuck about what happened to her as long as she had a long and painful journey to being dead. So this time, he was going to let them play.

“You just wanna fuck her,” Cox said, lighting up a smoke. “Don’t lie.”

Tap shrugged. “That too.”

“I’m in,” Dirty said, appearing beside Tap. He kneeled down beside Mama Vi and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head up. “Don’t let the lack of mustache fool ya, baby,” he said, grinning. “I’m always down for a gang bang.”

“There ain’t nothin’ you can do to me,” she hissed, “that ain’t already been done.”

Dirty’s grin grew wider. “Yeah? You hear that, Tap? Guess we’re gonna have to get creative.”

“Brother, I am all about creative.”

“Have at her,” Deuce said. Grabbing hold of her bound hands, he yanked her to her feet and shoved her forward into Dirty’s arms. “But it’s me who’s gonna be puttin’ her to ground.”

Dirty didn’t waste any time ripping Mama Vi’s shirt open. Then Dirty was pulling her jeans down and behind her Tap was unbuttoning his leathers.

“You go right ahead and scream, bitch,” Tap growled, grabbing her neck, squeezing tightly and forcing her to bend over.

Deuce turned away and Mick stepped in line beside him.

“Prez?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

No. But this shit came with the territory. This life wasn’t for the weak.

“Yeah.”

Joining them, Cox slung an arm over his shoulders. “He’s fine,” Cox drawled. “Just pissed that Ripper’s gonna be callin’ him daddy soon.”

Deuce elbowed Cox in the gut. “Fuck you.”

“We all gotta go through it, Prez,” Mick said laughing. “My girls are grown, one of them married. It’s part of gettin’ old.”

“None of your girls are in love with Ripper.”

Mick gave a mock shudder. “You a better man than I,” he joked.

“We could still kick his ass,” Cox suggested. “I’m always down to kick Ripper’s ass.”

Deuce snorted. “He’s got plenty of those comin’, best let him have some time with Danny before I start breaking his shit.”

Cox slanted his eyes at him and grinned.

“You’re makin’ me miss Kami,” he said with a dramatic sigh.

“Shut up,” Mick growled. “You’re a fuckin’ pussy-whipped asshole.”

“Oh yeah?” Cox threatened. “How about I take your old lady out for a fuckin’ ride? You good with that, old man?”

Mick lunged and Cox went running.

“Who’s fuckin’ pussy-whipped now, asshat?” Cox laughed over his shoulder. “That would be you, bitch!”

“You did not just call me a bitch!” Mick roared, chasing him.

“Bitch! I fuckin’ did! Bitch!”

Deuce reached into his cut and pulled out his smokes. Shaking one out, he lit it and took a nice, long, relaxing drag.

Then he pulled out his phone.

“Baby?” Eva answered on the first ring. “Did you find her?”

“It’s all good, we got her and she’s fine.”

“Oh god,” she breathed. “Thank god.”

“Eva,” he said gruffly. “I gotta tell you somethin’.”

“Hmm?”

“Your old man, darlin’, what he said to me, he was fuckin’ right. These assholes would light themselves on fire if I weren’t here to dump a bucket of water on ’em.”

Eva burst out laughing and he felt his chest loosen and his body warm.

“Fuck, darlin’…”

“What?”

“Nothin’.” He sighed. “Just…darlin’.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and he found himself holding his breath just so he could hear hers.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

“Babe,” he said softly. “Yeah.”