I felt like I could love my mom again. I could forgive her. Yet there was nothing to forgive. She did nothing wrong. That guilt weighed heavily on me, but I pushed it aside. Right now, it wasn’t about me. It was about Rose.
Jingles dragged Syrena out of church. And I followed. I wanted to make sure she was locked up tight. I wanted to see it with my own eyes so I could tell Kytten without a doubt she would pay for what she had done.
The basement wasn’t damp like you would expect. It didn’t smell of mold and stale body odor. It was clean and disinfected. It was also well ventilated. It wasn’t just where we locked people up. It was where we got answers. And when we were done, Zerocleaned it. Leaving no trace behind. Jingles locked the cell and then turned to me. “You coming up?”
“In a minute.” He looked at the key and then shook his head at me. Putting the key in his pocket, he walked out. All the officers had keys. I wondered for a moment if Sam would swipe Jack’s for me.
Only I wouldn’t ask her to do that. I wouldn’t put her in the position of betraying her old man. I also wouldn’t want her to know what I would do if I had the chance. I knew she could figure it out. But after what she had been through, I didn’t want her to look at me that way.
I stood against the wall and waited for Syrena to move. I hoped she was still alive. I wanted her to suffer before she died. Men were sick fucks. Everyone knew that. People tended to ignore that women could be just as fucked in the head. Only when it was a woman who abused a child, they made excuses.
She was abused herself. She didn’t understand what she was doing. You can’t really rape someone if you don’t have a dick. It was all bullshit. And it wasn’t fucking talked about enough.
Syrena moaned on the floor. She tried to move, but Melissa had truly kicked the shit out of her. The smell permeated the room. I didn’t have any sympathy for her. I wanted to line the brothers up and dole out MC justice; however, King would never allow that.
The only reason he would defer to Valhalla was because Syrena was a woman. If she’d been a man, regardless of her MC affiliation, she never would have left that room alive.
Maybe I should tell him what happened to me. It wasn’t quite the same, but it was bad enough. The man was in a club.
Technically.
But I didn’t need King to fight my battles. Our revenge belonged to me and Rose.
I walked to the bars and placed each hand on one. Grasping the bars tightly, my knuckles turned white. I wanted to pull them apart and step into the cell. I wanted to kill her.
She didn’t deserve to live, even for the short amount of time it took to decide her fate. She turned her head and looked at me. I spit in her face, and she smiled. Blood covered her teeth. She coughed and wheezed as she tried to sit up.
“Be thankful Rose didn’t tell me first. If I’d known what you did to her, you never would have stepped foot in my clubhouse. You’d be buried in a shallow desert grave where the coyotes could dig you up and feast on you.”
“She loved it. She begged me for more.”
“Shut your lying mouth, you fucking bitch. You’re a goddamn predator. How many other girls have you hurt? How many other girls have you raped? You’re supposed to help people. Not hurt them.”
Her smile was evil, and it turned my stomach. Just the sight of her had bile rising in my throat. I squeezed the bars harder.
“How many?” I screamed.
Syrena laughed, then started coughing. If I had to guess, Melissa had busted some ribs. Maybe punctured her lung. A punctured lung would be a painful death.
Slowly drowning in your own blood as you suffocated while your heart tried to overcompensate for the lack of oxygen. It was an excruciatingly scary way to die. It was perfect for her.
She grabbed at her chest and I knew then, that’s what was happening. I was content to watch her suffer. But then she opened her mouth.
“I made her come...” She stopped to take a breath. They were coming faster now, more shallow. “I made them all come.” She closed her eyes as she struggled to get a deep breath. “Not just the girls.”
Jingles should have checked me before he left. He should never have trusted me with this bitch just because I couldn’t get in the cell. I didn’t need to get into the cell.
I pulled my gun from the waistband at my back. I carried it everywhere. I would never be caught unprotected again. No one would ever take me, lock me away, and torture me again.
And Syrena would never hurt another child.
I lifted the gun, aimed it at her head, and pulled the trigger. The sound reverberated around the room. It echoed in my head long after the sound had vanquished.
No one would ever hurt my sister again.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kytten
