an abuser himself. You were mistreated, too,” she said, watching as his face washed free of any color.
“You shut your mouth, girl, or I’ll close that trap for you. I remember how much you liked to suck on lollipops. I always gave you those for practice. Remember?”
“Unfortunately, I recall every sick thing you ever did to me, Damsel.” She pointed the gun directly at him. “And you will, too, but you’ll never be able to use this again.”
She lowered the weapon.
“Sassy, I can’t let you do this,” Logan said, rushing her. “Drop the weapon now!”
As Logan lunged toward her, satisfaction washed over her. Even as Logan took the loaded gun from her trembling hands, Sassy reveled in celebration. Her every breath was filled with triumph. She’d had the pleasure of watching Damsel as he dove for the floor, shoving his hands in front of his penis and taking a fetal position as he tried his best to protect his precious penis.
He looked scared, terrified in fact. And right there was her long awaited retribution.
In that moment, Sassy knew what she’d wanted from the start. When she returned to East Tennessee, she hadn’t been quite sure. Now, everything made sense.
She wanted Damsel to fear her. She needed him to know that she survived him. And she wanted to make certain that the Angels’ club full of men—many of them with their own little daughters at home—realized they had harbored a monster.
In her hometown, her neighbors had looked the other way when she’d been a child in need. They’d locked and shut their doors, cranking up their television sets and stereos while she’d screamed and cried into the night.
The same wouldn’t apply here, not in this community, and not among these men. These guys had daughters and wives of their own. They’d heard a confession. They couldn’t help but acknowledge the truth.
An abuser lived among them. Their world wasn’t what it was yesterday or even the day before. Their leader was destructive. He’d turned on the stepdaughter who’d depended upon him. If he’d turn on her, he would eventually betray one of them, or worse, one of the very children they as parents, were supposed to protect.
Chapter Ten
Logan had been frightened. When he’d first realized Sassy had left the clubhouse without telling him, he’d known where she’d gone and feared what he’d find. Rightfully, he’d thought the worst. Fortunately, he arrived there in time to turn the tables.
Giving his statement to an officer he knew, Logan was relieved when the fellow didn’t press Sassy for too much information. He owed one of his superiors a favor. Without a doubt, Mark or maybe someone above him issued an order—Sassy wouldn’t be questioned in front of the MC.
The last thing they needed in East Tennessee was another twenty-something-year-old woman turning up dead.
“So what do you know about Addison Amos?” a detective asked Logan as he returned to his bike.
Throwing his leg over his seat and feeling a great sense of satisfaction when Sassy took a position behind him, Logan liked the fact that she locked her arms around his waist immediately. “Not much.”
“Is that the woman they were talking about at the service station?” Sassy asked.
Logan squeezed her wrist. As soon as they arrived back at the club, he planned to lay down the law. Sassy needed to learn what she could and couldn’t say in front of other bikers, particularly those from the Devil’s Angels. Of course their discussion could wait. He had another urgent matter—fucking her like crazy until he made her scream out in pleasure.
“What service station?” the detective asked, playing the investigation to the hilt. The inquiry was for Tigger’s benefit, in order to allow Logan the opportunity to establish trust in front of one of his fellow Heroes and Rogues brothers.
About that time, Victory walked out of the club and strode toward the police car where Damsel awaited
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