Page 58 of Slicer

I go to take a step forward before Meg shoots him in the dick.

The men wince as he screams out, cupping himself, and I smirk while my girl sneers before shouting the last bit, "She is not your fiancé, you sick bastard, SHE’S MY CHILD.”

He looks at her, his eyes bloodshot as he sneers, while an older version of him stands back in shock, “Y-you’re going to regret this; I’m-I’m g-going to take everything f-from you, then I'll make sure you r-rot away in prison, receiving video after video of me ripping your daughter in two while I-I fuck her."

I tense but soon my breathing picks up as Meghan lifts her hand towards his head, the gun loaded.

Fuck no baby.

"You've got to be alive to do that."

His face pales even more, not from blood loss, “Y-you won't k-kill me; I'm too much of an i-important figure around here, and you know it; you'll serve life, m-maybe even get the d-death sentence."

She nods like she's already thought it through.

I look towards Dagger and Stone; they stand ridged while my girl speaks, "Your right, I will, but I know my daughter will be safe with her daddy, and the only way to ensure she stays that way is to take out the reasons for her being unsafe."

No, no, no.

I ignore the fucker and step closer to my girl. "Wildcat, you don't want to do this; you don't want a life on your conscious; it'll eat you alive. Please, hand me the gun and let us brothers sort this instead; please, baby, I can't lose you."

I can’t keep the fear out of my voice; this will kill her slowly.

She turns her head towards me; love for me and our daughter shines through her troubled blue eyes. "For Lilah," is all she rasps before she pulls the trigger. The man falls down in shock,his eyes wide as life drains from them, while his older lookalike cries out in pain, dropping to the floor and clutching the dead body.

I swallow, seeing no emotion on Meg's face while Dagger mutters, "Fucking shit, remind me not to get on her bad side."

She points the gun at the older man, and I shake my head. One death is bad enough, but not two. I take another step towards her as Stone mutters, "Fuck, she's not going to leave any for us," but I ignore him and wrap my arm around my girl's small waist, pulling her to me a little, "Wildcat, please hand me the gun." She shakes her head as the old man freezes in terror. I see Gunner from my side eye rushing Lilah outside, and I gently guide my hand down her right arm towards the gun, where she's got her finger on the trigger. "Wildcat, you got your revenge; please give me the gun."

She shakes her head again. "They sold me to him."

I look at the fucker and sneer as he goes white while a wet spot shows on the front of his trousers.

This fucker is dead.

Nodding my head, I place my cheek against hers. "Then he needs to suffer. You are mine. Mine to hold, Mine to love, Mine to cherish, Mine." She moves her head towards me, her eyes closing as she takes in my words, "Baby, I'm not called Slicer for fun and games. Please let me take this death for you; don't put another one on your conscious."

She sniffles. "But my parents, they'll continue to do what they're doing; more kids will grow up brainwashed and abused."

I nod, "which is why Steel is currently getting this fucked up place shut down. Please, wildcat, give me the gun, then go outside to our girl; she needs you. Please."

She blinks a couple of times, and finally, fucking finally, she slowly lets go of the gun, and I take it, putting it in the back of my jeans after putting the safety on before wrapping my arms around her, and she sinks her back into me while her mother sobs, "Thank you-you.”

I look down on her as Dagger speaks up, "Don't thank him; you're going away for a very long fucking time."

Her eyes widen, and she goes to protest when I speak up, "You don't recognize me, do you?" She looks at me and swallows hard. A little bit of guilt shines through her eyes. "Ah, yes, you do. So your daughter died at 18, huh?" She looks down in shame, and I gently kiss the back of my girl's head. Her body is starting to shake. "Hawk, I need you to take my girl to the Jeep, please, so she's with our daughter before she crashes."

He nods before walking over to us.

He gently kisses her head, then picks her up bridal style, taking her out of the house before her father speaks.

"If you let-let us go, we-we won't say anything."

I just snort when Stone steps forward. "Really?" Meghan's father nods his head frantically, and Stone smirks, "Well, unfortunately for you, it won't matter what you say; who is going to believe a molester over a group of bikers who have spent the past decade raising money for sick children?"

His face pales while I grin as I walk over to him as Ink watches the old fucker, who hasn't taken his eyes off what I'm assuming is his son's body. I kneel down before sticking the tip of my knife into his bullet wound. He cries out while his wife sobs, "I've lost out on four years of my daughter's life because of you fuckers and that bitch Cindy." Their eyes widen. "Yeah, our tech guru managed to hack into her phone. Did you know you knocked her up?" His breathing gets heavier from the pain. "But your wifewasn't happy with that; no, she slipped her a pill." He swallows while his wife cries harder, and I smirk, "But of course, you knew that, didn't you? She’s not from your cult; she wasn't willing to do what you wanted quietly, so why not teach her a lesson?" I huff, "You'll make a good bitch boy in prison, that is, if they haven't killed you within the first few days, not a lot of inmates like Kiddy fiddlers."

I twist the knife, making him scream, before looking at the fucker who thought he could buy my girl.