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I shook my head. “No Fang, Gypsy is… I won't betray anyone’s confidence, if they want to tell you then they will tell you.”
“Not one of the club girls, someone would have mentioned it.” His eyes narrowed and then widened. “Fuck. Fuck no.” Without pausing for breath, he whirled. His shout was deafeningly loud. “Where the fuck is Pope?”
I followed after him. If Pope was there then justice would be swift and bloody. There wouldn’t be enough left of him to give over to Gio. Whether he had killed some of Gio’s girls or not wouldn’t matter to Fang. He would take out his revenge before thinking about others.
“You're sure about this?” He threw a glance over his shoulder. “I mean really sure? Fucking hell. Poor Keeley.”
It was no surprise that he had guessed who Pope had attacked. She was the one woman connected to the club that we all cared about but who wasn’t owned by anyone. She was a little sister to every one of us.
“I'm sure.”
“Where the fuck is Pope?”
Havoc appeared, his brow creased in a frown. “Pope?” One look at us and his frown deepened. “He’s gone to watch over the women, said you had ordered it.”
Fuck.
Chapter Seventeen
Gretal
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I ignored the barrage of messages from my husband that flashed up on the screen the moment I switched it on. He was worried about me, mostly because he knew I was about to do something stupid.
Except it wasn’t stupid. It was justice. Keeley deserved to be avenged, so did those other girls.
So did I.
Swiping passed them, I clicked on the camera option, checking my face out. I looked good. My lips were ruby red and glossy, my lashes thick with mascara, my hair curled around my face in soft waves. I looked good enough to eat.
And I hoped Pope would think so as well.
After all, if he didn’t take the bait then all of this was for nothing. He would fall for it though; I knew he would. Men like him always did. They thought they were superior. That they could take what they wanted without asking.
And Pope wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes in the way he had looked at me. I had thought he was just being overly friendly, trying his luck a little. But I knew differently. He hadn’t been admiring me as a woman. He had been lusting after me as a victim.
An hour talking to Keeley and I knew it was true. She had told me everything. Every gruesome, gory detail of Pope's attack on her body. How he had called her Gio’s little whore as he took her in every way. How she had fought him.
How the asshole had said he would cut her open and fuck that hole as well.
The things he had done to her, the things he wanted to do to her were indescribable. And he had mentioned my name. The original victim. And Gypsy as well. Gypsy and the others were safe. I had made sure of it. Even now, our little watcher would be driving them to the clubhouse. Keeley was with Gio.
The head of The Family might not know the extent of her trauma but he would take care of her. He cared for her, so I had to believe he would do the right thing and let her go if she wanted to leave.
The others were safe. Back with the men who loved and adored them. And me?
I glanced up at the squalid building in front of me. A nondescript motel on the outskirts of town. The place I had chosen to meet Pope. A place where the Savage Sons wouldn’t think to look. Or if they did, it would be too late. By the time they found me, it would all be over.
Because Keeley deserved for it to be over. She needed to know that he would never hurt her again.
And the world needed to be rid of one more monster.
A rap on my car window startled me. I jumped, the phone falling from my finger to land in the footwell. Leaving it between my feet, I turned to the shadow of the man outside my car door. His face was handsome, split open in a wide smile.
Looks could be deceiving. His smile was easy going. But I wasn't fooled.
Pope.
My friend. A man I had trusted. He grinned at me and all I could do was smile back with hate in my heart. He was nothing more than a rabid animal.
