Page 45 of Flame

He gets up, determination in his eyes. "When was the last time you touched another woman?"

I shake my head, but he squeezes my arm, and I look at him and say, "When I got blacked out drunk on Star's 18th birthday because she kissed me and I fucking fell apart because I was adamant she needed out of Parkerville, so I went to confront her, but instead."

He nods. "Emma." I nod back before shaking my head. "That was three years ago, son. Don't fucking give up now."

I look him in the eyes and say, "I haven't given up Bones. I spent the past year trying to fucking find her, then the last two months trying to convince her to come home."

"Then fucking fight harder."

I drop my chin to my chest and ask, "What do I do then because right now nothing is working, Bones, I can feel her slipping from my fingers.”

He grips my good shoulder and says, "You get your ass to the clubhouse and finish her demons off before coming back here and showing her your garden. I know this was her spot with you near that fucking pond when she was little, so tell her another truth, and then one more: you want to spend forever with her. That's what you're going to do. Now fucking go. I'll stay here until you get back. Just fucking make him hurt for what he did, yeah?"

I look into his eyes, eyes just like my girls, and I nod, determination filling me, and I pat his back before rushing out my gate, jogging to the backdoor of the clubhouse. I go into the common room, make eye contact with my dad, and nod to the basement. He nods, then messages the council brothers for me as I make my way to the stairs before Shayla and Emma intercept me, making me growl.

"Where's my husband, Flame? He walked out, saying he had to speak to you." Her eyes are worried, but I don't really give a shit, and I look down on her and say, "None of your business, Shayla; he'll speak to you when he's ready."

Tears fill her eyes, "I just want to explain…" I butted in, "Explain what exactly? How you stole from your daughter, forced her to be your keeper, or how you mentally abused her since she was ten years fucking old, blaming her for her father's supposed death that was always going to fucking happen because he was in the wrong place at the wrong fucking time?"

Her tears fall as Emma touches my arm. "Flame baby, calm..." I yank my arm from her and say, "Don't fucking touch me again."

She swallows hard before I brush past them, going down the stairs. I can hear several boots following me, and I grin a wicked grin.

Time to avenge my girl and slay her demons.

I walk into the basement, taking off my cut and hanging it on the wall, while Hairy, whose eyes are no longer blindfolded, sees my predatory grin. The hard-ass biker is well and truly gone as he pisses himself, making the brothers chuckle. "I guess you know who I am." He nods, his nose flaring. "You fucked up, Hairy."

He struggles with the restraints as he growls, "No, I fucking didn't. I avenged my mother!"

I nodded before getting my phone out. I found the footage I needed before showing it to him. He furrows his brows before his eyes widen, seeing what's on the screen. "Well, to me, it seems she got exactly what she deserved, you know, for raping your president's father, then passed it off as an affair to one of my club brothers, who you then proceeded to run off the road, nearly kill his then ten-year-old daughter and kidnap him, torture him for years, try to cause wars between the clubs then," I get in his face, my anger showing, "and then proceed to rape my girl!"

He swallows hard, looking at the screen again. "But-but she said..." Axel cuts him off: "She fucking lied; she thought, as her diary stated, that your father would kill her 'lover'."

Hairy furrows his brows. "But he was unconscious; how could he be her lover?"

I tilt my head at him, "because she was obsessed with him and wanted the Pres' patch."

He winces and regrets etching his features, but it's too fucking late. I grab my flame torch off the table, and he starts to struggle: "Wait-wait, p-please ok, I'm sorry, I'll make things right, please."

I look him in the eyes as the council brothers except for Bones, who is watching over my family leans against the walls, allowing me to get revenge and slay my girl's demons. "And how exactly do you plan to make raping my girl anally right?"

His body starts to shake, the realization of his fucked-up revenge hitting home as I place the flame at his boxer cover cock. He screams, shaking, trying to move away from the flames, but I keep it there as the fabric melts into his flaccid dick.

He shakes, his body sweating as he passes out from the pain, but I keep the flame there, ensuring to burn his dick right through for raping my girl and hurting her. Once I know the rotten thing is completely burned, I turn the flame off and step back for Gunner to throw a bucket of salt water at him. He wakes up screaming in agony as I hold my hand out before Slicer places his favorite knife in my hand, and I walk back up to Hairy as he pleads, "P-please." I just shake my head at him before stabbing the knife in his burnt dick, making him scream.

The image of Star going numb during her assault hits me before I pull the knife out and stab it into his gut. I stab him over and over, covering myself in his blood, but I don't give a shit. I only stop when he starts to cough, blood splattering from his mouth. "P-p-please, h-h-have m-mercy, y-you k-killed m-my cousin."

I sneer at him, "Your cousin, who nearly killed three of our dancers! Where was Stars mercy when you shot at her at only ten years old, knocking her off the bike, when you dragged her a mile away from the crash site wanting to take her, when you took her father, WHEN YOU FUCKING RAPED HER?"

The room is silent, my rage taking over before I grab the sledgehammer off the table. I grip it tightly, ignoring the pain in my shoulder. I can see Hawk holding his dad back, worried about my shoulder, but he knows I have to do this for my woman, to slay her demons. I swing the hammer back, smashingit against his kneecaps, and he screams, coughing more blood, before I hit him again and again and again before one final blow to his head. I look at him; his eyes are open, terror shining in them as they dim.

"See you in hell, mother fucker." I mutter before turning around. Axel hands me a wet cloth, and I wipe my hands before grabbing my cut and then walking up the stairs, but this time I don't go to the back staircase like I did with my girl. I think it's about time everyone, including the sweet butts and Stars' fucking sister, sees what I'm capable of for my girl.

My brothers follow at my back before we enter the common room. Thankfully, all the kids are in bed at this late hour as Slicer whistles, getting everyone's attention. The women gasp as the men stand up straighter, and I hold my arms out with the council brothers at my back, my eyes connecting with Emma's, who is standing with her mouth hung open and her eyes wide.

"THIS IS WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF FOR THE WOMAN I LOVE. LET IT BE FUCKING KNOWN; NO ONE MESSES WITH STAR, MY FUCKING WOMAN!"

The brothers cheer while Emma looks ready to be sick as Shayla goes pale and the sweet butts shake.