“That’s where you’re wrong, Twister, it will never be over for me.” As Justin rants on, I slant my gaze over to Lex again and find he’d moved a few steps toward Justin and I. His eyes speak to me in a language I don’t know but can feel inside me. He’s about to do something. Something that might be a good thing or not.
Just as this thought runs through my head, he makes his move, tackling the two of us to the floor. I scream in pain as something scorches my ear.
Justin’s hold finally leaves my body as I’m ripped from the tangle of the two men as Lex slams his fist into his uncle’s face.
“Come on, Mackenzie, let’s get you out of here. You need medical attention from the looks of the side of your face and the blood seeping through the back of your shirt,” Dragon says. I’d met him once when Connors had come over. Him and his twin brother stayed and hung out while their ol’ lady and I talked.
“I don’t want to leave him,” I murmur.
“Got no choice, babe. Lex would be pissed if you didn’t get seen asap. Don’t worry, your man will be okay,” Dragon states as he pushes me into Lex’s truck and runs to the other side, tossing something in the air to another man. “Tell Lex to bring my bike to the hospital when he’s done here.”
Nodding the guy heads toward the cabin, as Dragon backs down the lane. Taking me away from the one person I felt most safe with. My only assurance being that Lex trusts these men and by him trusting them, I know I can as well.
Epilogue
Lex
Seeing the gun to Mackenzie’s head as I stormed into the cabin, will forever be burned into my mind. I’ll never be able to get it out. Because of me she became a target for my uncle.
“How do you want him?” Twister asks as I pull away from the unconscious dickwad.
Thorn and Horse step forward and both reach down to grab an arm to haul Justin off the floor.
“Let’s hang him from the rafters here in the center of the room. I’m sure there’s rope or something we can use around here,” I growl.
“Got it right here,” Rage mutters as he steps forward holding up a roll of rope.
“That’ll work,” I nod, my mind flashing images of my woman with tears in her eyes she’d been ready to spill but held in.
Thorn and Horse work together with Rage, sufficiently stringing Justin up until his body is a foot up off the floor.
“All yours, brother,” Rage murmurs when they’re done.
“Make him suffer,” Horse mutters.
“Need any tools let me know, I’ve got some in my saddlebags,” Thorn states.
“Thanks, I think I’ve got just the thing. This place use to be my dad’s. From the looks of things, no one’s been here since him.” Twirling around the room until I find exactly what I’m looking for. Grinning, I step over to the bookshelf and reach up to the top shelf and grip the Bowie knife that belonged to my dad. It’s the one he used for when he gutted the game he caught while hunting.
With the knife in hand, I move back to stand directly in front of my uncle, who was starting to come to, while checking the sharpness of the blade. Dull but sharp enough to do the trick.
My uncle opens his eyes when I run the edge of the steel against his cheek. “You know what’s about to happen?”
“Fuck you, Alexander. You’re nothing but a pussy who gets walked all over. Mackenzie will never fully be yours. She will always be my chattel though. I molded her to be what I wanted,” Justin sneers.
“Don’t think talking like that will make me take you out faster. You’re gonna suffer. Then you’re gonna burn,” I announce, pressing the edge of the blade against his chest and score it down. I didn’t have to worry about cutting through his shirt since it was already halfway open.
Justin hisses through clenched teeth.
“You know, I should cut your dick off, but honestly I don’t want to see or ever touch that shit again. You think you beat me because of the bullshit you caused me to do growing up. Well, guess what motherfucker, I’m the man I am today because I overcame the bullshit you put me through,” I sneer, plunging the knife directly into his stomach leaving it there for the time being.
Shuffling around Justin’s hanging body, I pick up the belt that was laying on the floor and step back to stand in front of him. “Is this the belt you beat my woman with?” I demand.
“Fuck you,” he mutters.
Shaking my head, I fold the belt in half and make the snapping noise with it before drawing my arm back and bringing the belt across his face. Justin’s head snaps sideways from the impact. I don’t give him a reprieve though. I figure he can beat a woman with this belt he can die by the same one. Drawing back, I slam the belt into his face three more times before wrapping it around his throat until it’s tight enough to cut off air circulation.
“Rot in hell knowing I got the girl.” With my free hand, I grip the handle of the knife still plunged into Justin’s stomach, yanking it out I sink it directly back into his chest and twist.
Releasing the belt and handle, I step back and watch the life drain from Justin’s body.
“Shit man, you sure you don’t want to join the club. Could use a man like you with us,” Twister mutters.
Shaking my head, I grin at him. “Naw,
