“Happy, in love, and married,” I finish his sentence. “Was one of the last Hangman posts I got. I have to wait for when she least expects it. I didn’t know it was his old lady though, I just know her name and have the photo of her and the date he wants it done.”

“Well, they found out about that hit…”

“Yeah, I get it. They want me to squash it.”

“Yep. They’re hoping for a truce between the two of you and want to meet with you.”

“Did you get his details?” I ask, looking over at him.

“He will meet you where you say.”

“Do it,” Ruby says from where she lies on Pearl’s lap. “They could have killed us all and they didn’t. I’m so sick of the shady dealings of the underworld.”

“Honey.” Pearl brushes her hair back. “You recover and go back when you’re ready.”

I’ll do it, but it will be on my terms. I know of him and the crew he keeps. They’re similar to WP, but I trust no one but my family and my club.

For good reason.

After dropping the girls off at the clubhouse, because all Ruby wanted was to be there, where she felt most safe and where Wolf was, Khaos, Royce, Psyko and I make our way to the back barn where it is partially burned to the ground. I don’t want to take any more, needing to know that the clubhouse is safe and secure for them.

“You know how you wanna do this?” Royce asks, and our eyes connect, a smirk on my mouth. “Should I even ask?”

“I don’t know, Sicko, should you?”

“You’re both terrifying, but I would like to play too.” We stop at the entrance of the barn, where Val stands with a lit cigarette between his teeth.

“Told you that you’re not doing this without me.”

I push through the entrance just in time to see Psyko and Kirby tying the last man up by his hands onto the pillar. They’re all stripped and naked, gags in their mouths.

I reach into my jean pocket for my cigar, rolling it around my teeth. “Take out their gags. I want to hear them scream.”

Psyko rips out the gags in their mouths, and I start walking around Skully. “Val, you can take one of them. I’ll have the other.”

Royce pulls a chair out, taking a seat behind us to watch the scene play out. Truthfully, I’ve waited for this moment since I was old enough to know how rotten Skully was.

“Wicked, Wicked, Wicked… Oh, what a mess you are.” Skully clucks his fingers and I continue to roll the cigar between mine.

“Psyk, got any nails? Big fuckers?”