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far worse than any coffin my cold ass will be buried in. Are you willing to spend the rest of your life in jail?”
    “I want you to tell them what you did to me,” she said, glancing at Gaylord when he took a few steps. “One more move, and he’s a dead man. He doesn’t believe me because he still sees the same girl he abused for more than a decade, but trust me. I’ve been trained to kill, dying to take this shot, and I will put a bullet in his sorry head. You get me?”
    Damsel snarled. “You’re still the spoiled little bitch your momma raised you to be, ain’t ‘cha?”
    “And you’re still a woman abuser looking for unsuspecting women to destroy, aren’t you?”
    “Your momma was a pretty thing,” he said, a touch of longing in his voice. “Then she fell in love with the bottle and pills.”
    “You made her into what she became!”
    “The hell I did!” His fury evident, he balled his fists and barred his teeth. “She chose to abuse her body. I didn’t pour that poison down her throat.”
    “You didn’t have to. She watched what you did to her little girl and went crazy. You made her think I somehow deserved it, asked for your abuse.”
    “Is this true, Damsel?” Gaylord asked, contempt in his voice.
    “Fuck no.”
    “The hell it isn’t!” she screamed.
    Logan entered from the side door with his a pistol drawn. “Sassy, you don’t want to do this.”
    Sassy wrestled with numerous emotions then. She didn’t want Logan to see her like this, to hear the words she’d practiced and rehearsed, planned to say to Damsel in his final hours. At the same time, she wondered why Logan had a gun, why his weapon was pointed in her direction.
    “Leave, Logan. This doesn’t concern you.”
    “Yes, it does, Sassy. Drop the gun, baby.” His voice was like syrup, sweet and sugary, dripping with goodness.
    Tigger entered the kitchen and stood beside Logan. “Oh damn. She’s got a forty-five, man.”
    “No shit,” Gaylord said, frowning.
    “Sassy, honey, listen to me—”
    “Leave, Logan.”
    “Sassy, let me help you,” Logan said. With his left limb extended and the gun propped on his forearm, he looked like a cop entering a dangerous drug bust rather than a biker facing off with an opposing threat. “Put the gun down now, sweetheart.”
    “Logan,” Damsel said out of the corner of his mouth, “seems you’ve been taking my leftovers after all.”
    Gaylord snarled. “What the hell are you talking about, Damsel? Are you saying she’s telling the truth?”
    “She was nothing but a whore’s daughter. She would’ve turned out just like her momma.”
    “I was a little girl! I was eight the first time you abused me!”
    He shrugged. “You came on to me, hon.”
    “What?” Gaylord asked, true disgust in his voice. “You’re saying this is true?”
    “Her momma wanted me to teach her how to act like a woman. She didn’t want to worry about her running around with men later in life. We discussed it. She approved.”
    “You’re a liar, Damsel,” Sassy said, noticing Victory sported a speckle of blood on her forehead when she sat upright behind him.
    “Don’t move,” Logan told Victory before addressing Sassy once more. “This isn’t the way you want to have your revenge, baby. You’ll sit in prison, and he’ll be out here laughing.”
    “He’s right,” Damsel agreed, apparently ready to say whatever necessary to save his own hide.
    “And you’re sick. I left here and became educated, vowed to make something out of my life, but every single day, I woke up in fear. I wanted to understand what I could’ve possibly done to make you hate me so much that you nearly killed me on numerous occasions.
    “In the end, I came to terms with what you did. I wasn’t even sure if I could face you and tell you this but now here I am—an educated woman who understands you, pities you, and even wants you to find help like I did. I do hate you, but I also realize why an abused boy grew into