His eyes narrow. “You going to kill me? I just want my daughter.”
“No, I’m not gonna kill you.” I lean forward so he can see me fully. His eyes widen. “Death is too good for you. You need to pay for your sins.”
“I’m a doctor. You… you’re the bad one,” he whispers, blinking at me.
“That’s right, Donald. You’re finally getting it.”
“I just want my Isabelle back.”
I have to take a breath. He needs to stop saying her name, or I will put a bullet in the back of his head.
I straighten. “I’ll make a deal with you, Dr. Davis. I don’t go to jail, and you won’t be ruined. Understand?” He nods.
“Yes.”
“I hope you do, because if that jury says guilty, one of my brothers will kill you,” I say.
Axel stands next to me. The doctor tries to swallow, but he sounds like he’s wheezing.
“See, unlike you, my family likes me.” I smile as he starts to weep and beg.
“My daughter. She’s not well.”
“Stop giving her pills.” I seethe, reminding myself I need this bag of bones alive, at least for now.
“Call off Madison or we’ll come back, and next time we’ll bring our knives. And I promise you will finally understand what pain is.” He just nods at me and struggles to breathe.
“Words. Use them,” I demand, done with him. He’ll either do as I say, or he gets what he deserves.
“I’ll make Pearson stop.” He nods, his eyes darting to Axel.
“Scum like you need to be put down. So, even if you are stupid enough to think you can win by putting me in jail, know that you’ve already lost.” I slam the butt of my gun into his temple and he falls to his side, unconscious.
“Fucking piece of shit. Carve this fuck up slowly if I go to jail, will ya?” I stare at him.
“With pleasure,” Axel says. “Frosty, talk to us. Are we all clear?”
“I’m cutting the cameras on the street now.” He says in our ears as we make our way through the sterile townhouse, which looks like a museum. My eyes land on a large glass table with a giant white orchid sitting in the middle of it.
“Cameras down. Go now.” Frosty’s voice pulls me out of my head, and I let my training take over.
In and out.
Either way, Cindy is free. What she does with herself is up to her, but Daddy Davis isn’t gonna be supplying her with drugs anymore.
“Car is coming in three…two…one.” A Town Car pulls up. Axel and I jump in and sit back, staying quiet the whole ride back to the jet. We both passed out on the ride over. Reed Saddington’s jet is better than a five-star hotel.
This time we have the adrenaline pulsing through our veins. We nod at the pilot as we pass him, sitting down in the white leather bucket seats. I take my phone and a pack of cigarettes out.
Reed had asked if we wanted a flight attendant, but the less people who know and see us, the better. Axel grabs a couple highball glasses and a bottle of The Macallan 12, then drops into the chair across from me, grinning.
“What’s so funny?” I light up a cigarette.
He opens the bottle and pours a generous amount. “Just remembering the old days when we didn’t have shit to piss in. We lived at the clubhouse, rode our bikes for days, pissed outside. And now here we are.” He looks around the plane. “Drinking fucking Macallan whiskey on a private jet that has a fucking bedroom and shower.” He snorts in disgust.
“We’ve been through a lot.” I look up at the ceiling, then over at him. “Julianna is pregnant.” I shoot the entire glass as the full flavor of the smooth, single malt scotch slides down my throat.
Axel arches a brow at me and pours me another.
“If I go to jail—”
“I told you numerous times, we’re too fucking old to go to jail.” He shoots his whiskey.
I smirk. “If I do—”
“What, Ryder? You think we won’t care for her like she’s not one of ours?” He scowls.
I hold up my hands as if he has a gun pointed at me.
“Christ.” He shakes his head.
“I’m just getting things in order. Her being pregnant changes things. She’ll have Gia, but her fucking dad will pressure her—”
“Don’t worry. If anything happens to you”—he picks up the bottle—“you have my word she’ll be taken care of.”
“Thank you, brother.”
He shakes his head. “You’re not going to jail from this shit.” He looks at the bottle, then takes a swig. “I can honestly say there’s many things we’ve done that we deserved jail for, but this? Fuck that.”
I grin back at him. “Agreed.”
Axel hands me the bottle. “Christ, remember that time we held up the wrong semi and it was filled with cocaine?” He shakes his head.