Fuse's Hold by E.C. Land (world of reading TXT) 📗

of work. Between him and Noé, I sometimes don’t know who’s worse. Robby’s partner must have a lot of patience to put up with him.

When Lynch hired the three of them, they didn’t have a problem with telling him their preference. His response is the same as all of ours. Be who the fuck you wanna be, long as you’re fuckin’ good with the tattoo gun, which they are, he didn’t give a shit.

Heading to Jasper’s area, I throw myself into the chair and remove my shirt. Where he’s putting this particular piece is going straight over my heart and up to touch the side of my neck.

I already have the massive piece on my back that Ly’s told me more than once, before she’d been taken, how much she loved it.

As the buzzing of the tattoo gun begins to buzz, I tilt my head to keep an eye on my woman and Noé at the same time letting Jasper get to work doing his thing.

Chapter Twelve

Tyres

Leaving the tattoo shop, I head to the boathouse where Throttle had texted me that they’d taken the men that they’d gotten hold of at the warehouse where the fights had taken place. My mind wanders to what Lyrica has told me she endured at the hands of these men. I know my brother will demand he get his time with them and he will; however, I’m in the mood to play.

With my daughter at Chains and Tiny’s under the watchful eye of that woman, I’m able to focus without worry. There’re only a few people who have managed to get under my skin and make me care for them. I’m not the one who usually can put up with this shit. No, I’m an asshole who doesn’t give two fucks about a damn thing unless it has to do with my family.

Now, after Lyrica had to see one of the men who hurt her again, I’m thinking it’s gonna be a night of knife. Ly’s come to be somewhat like a sister to me and several of the other members of the club. I know she’s struggling with getting close with the women again. I get why too. I don’t even think Fuse gets the full reason she’s yet to let them get close to her again. She’s afraid that if something were to happen, such as when she’d been kidnapped along with my daughter that she’d have to endure more pain and that’s something she couldn’t do again. Ly even admitted to this that if it came down to it, she’d break when they’d need her most. So for her, she’s been staying distant. Maybe after this, she’ll be able to finally let them in.

Who knows?

I make my way to the boathouse at the far edge of the club property. Part of the building is for storing the airboats when we’re not using them. The other is for torturing those we deem need this attention. It’s been a while since we’d done this.

Last time I thought there was a possibility of us using it but that had been several months ago before we finally got Lyrica back. Storm, a member of the Wings of Diablo MC, showed up at our clubhouse asking the club to help him with his bike due to it needing to be fixed quickly. But that’s because I’d been in a foul mood already that day and finding out he’d left his club for his blood brother, some of this I could understand; however, you don’t go against your club. So finding out this shit, I’d been ready to let Bart have him.

Unfortunately, Chains had been thinking sensibly about the situation and did what he had to do. Prez had agreed to help him since he has respect for the president of the Wings of Diablo MC and Storm had been on the run with a member of the Juric family. This bit of information became known to us when Leo De Luca, who’d just entered our lives when we found out Tiny was his cousin, informed us of who the woman was with Storm. The man knew who the woman with Storm had been. Meaning he saved the fucker from getting his ass handed to him and Bart getting a piece of him.

Stepping into the boathouse, I scan the room to find it filled with six different men. One of them being the one who Fuse fought earlier. The other five seem to be of a variety of builds, but there’s one who stands out the most—this one with his shaved head and scar running down his face. I know immediately who he is.

The head of this fucked up group. The very same motherfucker who took great pleasure in fuckin’ tormenting Lyrica for months on end. But I give Ly props on the scar she left on his face.

“So, you must be Leonard,” I sneer the fucker’s name letting my brothers know this is the man who’d been the one who bought Lyrica from that asswipe who we all thought to be Tiny’s biological father but turned out to not be. Instead, that whole shit had been one clusterfuck.

Only those who hold rank know exactly what Lyrica endured even before she’d been taken. But everyone knows it had been these men who hurt our girl. I say our girl because Ly might be Fuse’s woman and had been unofficially from the time she got here, making her off-limits, doesn’t mean any of the members of the club didn’t grow fond of her. Each of the men in here did, which makes this situation hilarious.

“Fuck you, you’re all fuckin’ dead when we get out of here,” Leonard yells.

“Good luck with getting out. You’re in ICMC domain and that means you’re in the gator’s domain. You’ll be chewed up and spit out before getting out of here. Besides, we don’t intend to allow you to get free—you’re dead, same as the men with you. None