I’d love to be the one to finish him off, but Torch needs this more than I do. That asshole Vince cost him the love of his life.
Prez, Lily, Damien, Stitch, Torch, Steal, and Bear all head downstairs with me following behind them.
Sophie’s mom is screaming at Lily to let her go and trying to grab the hand Lily has on her hair but, with the grip that Lily has on it, is just making it worse.
I just shake my head. We make it to the room where we “take care” of problems to the club.
Vince is sitting in a chair tied up. He looks up and has the nerve to fucking smirk. The fucker probably thinks that we are never going to kill him. Little does he know this is his last few minutes of life. We only waited it out until we knew what to do. The fucker made it easy to hide him because he told everyone that he was going to be with Sophie.
Prez leans against the wall looking proud of his woman. He doesn’t bother to help but watches in amusement at her. It’s not often that we get to see her badass side. I can’t believe that I’m going to witness it.
Lily drags Sophie’s mom to the other side of the room that Vince is on. She slams her head against the wall and has her arm at her throat. I swallow hard as I watch her grab the chain against the wall with the other hand and drag it across her body. When Sophie’s mom tries to fight back, Bear comes up and holds her down so that Lily can secure her to the wall.
Lily’s smirk never leaves her face. She can finally have her revenge.
“You remember Nicolas’ club name, right?” she asks but doesn’t bother waiting for her to speak. She just nods her head like she got a response. “Yeah you do. They didn’t call him ‘Switch’ for nothing. He was pretty handy with a knife,” she says, letting out a humourless chuckle. Holy fuck, this woman is scary.
“Growing up as his best friend, guess he decided to teach me a few things; don’t worry, I’ll show you,” she says backing away once she has her secure enough to grab a knife off the wall.
Prez lets out a chuckle and I shake my head. Wow, Lily is all kinds of scary right now. I look at Vince and he seems to have lost the colour from his face.
Torch walks up to him with an evil grin taking over his face. “Don’t worry, Vincey-boy, she won’t be hurting you,” he says as he grabs a torch from the wall and makes his way to Vince. “You get to find out why they call me Torch,” he says with the grin never leaving his face.
I shake my head and lean against the wall as I watch two people get revenge for their fallen loved ones.
I’m hoping that this gives them what they need so that they can find a way to move on.
Chapter Twenty One
Sophie
I feel like I should probably feel bad for what I know isn’t going to be a happy ending for my mother, but I can’t find it in me. Maybe if she ever showed me an ounce of love in my life I would, but I can’t. She took away my chance for a family when she took my dad’s life and then moved me away from the club.
Not only did she treat me like shit, but she let me be treated like shit. I wonder if she thought that I would have never left, and that I would have never grown a backbone.
I turn back to my friends and try not to think about it.
Those two people put a lot of hurt in this club. They brought this upon themselves.
I decide to get started on the bakery. Trigger insisted that I keep on with my plans since Stacey would kick my ass if I tried to stop because of her.
I still need to decide on a name, but I let the contractor know that it’s okay to go ahead and start.
I told him how I visualized the place and he seemed excited to start a place pretty much from scratch as he was going to be completely gutting the place. It also helped that I made some of my muffins for him during the meetings. I let him take the rest home when I kept seeing his eyes move to the plate.
It’s funny how I never thought of myself as an amazing or excellent baker but then I come here, and everyone acts like this is the best they have ever eaten.
I decide to make the menu when I spend too much time thinking about the name. I’ll come back to it when I need to get the sign made. I still have time.
Ella comes up to me, gives me a side hug, and then proceeds to take the stack of recipes out of my hand. I know almost everything off by heart but decided to make a book just in case.
I can’t help but chuckle at her.
“Ohhh you should make this one,” she says pointing to a double chocolate fudge brownie.
“Are you sure that one doesn’t have too much chocolate?” I ask, glancing at her.
She looks at me in horror. “How could you ask such a thing? Too much chocolate? Is there ever such a thing?” she says in the most serious voice I have ever heard from her.
I can’t help but laugh at her.
I give her a shrug, but that seems to make her more upset. “Olivia! Is there such a thing as too
