Page 49 of Wicked Games

Chapter Fifteen

Warren

I take a drag of my cigarette, the smoke burning my lungs, as I scan the clubhouse parking lot but it is nothing compared to the rage burning through my chest as I watch them all gather to celebrate Fuzz and Piper renewing their vows. All day I’ve sat here, watching them as they set things up, laughing and having fun as they talked about what a special day it is for the happy couple.

How fucking sweet.

So sweet I want to hurl.

When I first heard of this wedding, a part of me hated the idea of letting them take a break from the panic and paranoia I’ve instilled in all of their hearts and minds, especially after how well my stunt at the nightclub went, but after taking some time to think about it, I decided this was better. It’s my little gift to them, the only small instance of charity they’ll see from me in this game we’ve been playing. So, let them celebrate and be happy for this one moment. Let them live and remember what their lives were like before I came to get my revenge and let them get a glimpse of a normal life before I rip it all away.

Brutally.

Violently.

In a pool of blood.

It’s what they deserve. No, actually. Now that I think about it, it’s not anywhere close to what they deserve but it will have to do because if I had my way, I would lock them all away and make them live the rest of their lives in slow, agonizing pain but it’s just not practical. I clench my teeth so hard that my jaw aches as I watch Fuzz step up to the end of the aisle in his cut with Streak and Smith by his side. He rubs his hands together, waiting for his bride to join him as all of his brothers and their wives look on with smiles on their faces.

Not for long, though.

God, what I wouldn’t give to carve those grins from their faces.

It won’t be the same but I’m certain that the wedding gift I got for the happy couple will do a good job of erasing the joy from every face in the room. Except mine, of course. I grin as I think about them opening it. Fuck, I wish I could be there to watch it all go down but sadly, I can’t. That’s okay, though. Just knowing the horror they’ll feel when they see what I’ve given them gives me a little piece of happiness, one that will sustain me for a little while until I can launch my next attack.

I am so close to ending this, so close to getting the one thing I have wanted more than anything else in the world for as long as I can remember - vengeance… justice. There is a pounding in my ears and my hands shake, rage coursing through my veins as I think about what they did to me, everything they took from me. I used to fucking be somebody and then they came into my life, tearing it all apart. My thoughts drift to the plans I still have in store for them and my smile grows. It’s taken me a hell of a long time to put all of this together and most days, I hate how long I had to draw this out. I want action and I want it now but my drive to inflict the most pain, the most suffering possible, keeps me going. Now, this is almost over and when I’m done, they’ll be left with the same thing I have.

Nothing.

The music swells and the clubhouse doors open to reveal Piper in her wedding dress with Blaze by her side, beaming out at the rest of the crowd and I grip the steering wheel in front of me as my smile matches his. They are all happy now but they have no idea what I have in store for them and all I can think is, let the games begin.