Comp's Chance - Page 34

“First, I know you’re not fucking stupid, but that doesn’t mean you were smart about the way you handled shit. Second, don’t you ever fucking call me by my club name again. I know why you did it, but I swear, Sunny, don’t fucking test me on that. I was scared out of my ever fucking mind. Do you not get that? You left me and Paisley. You left us, and I was completely useless at that fucking moment. Don’t do that shit again. EVER,” he says, and I can see the plea in his eyes. My own eyes tear up as I lift my hand and place it on his scarred cheek.

“I’m sorry, Nix. I just didn’t see any other way. The club wasn’t getting any closer to him. We were stopped at every turn, and he fucking kidnapped and tortured you without another thought. If he would have gotten his hands on Paisley…” I trail off, not wanting to let the sob out of my throat.

“You should have trusted me enough to know I would have never let that happen. I would have never let him get to you or my daughter,” he tells me before pulling his hand back. He stands, and I try to grab him, wanting him to stay, but he pulls back. It feels like a slap to the face.

“I need a bit. I’m going to finish what you and the other women started once and for all. Then you can decide what’s next for you and for Paisley,” he tells me before walking out, and I break down.

My entire world feels like it’s falling down around me. I know I have to make this up to Nix, and I might just have a way to do that.

Twenty-Nine

COMP

Seeing Sunny in her old bed and not in mine finally broke me. All the anger and fear at losing her was brought to the surface, and I couldn’t control it anymore. I had to get out of that room before I did or said something I would regret. The weird part is I’m not all that pissed at what she did. She deserved to take her life back from that asshole. She deserves peace and security without always having to look over her shoulder. How she went about it was what had me mad, but even more, I was fucking terrified. I knew what that man was capable of firsthand, and the last thing I wanted was Sunny walking right up to his fucking doorstep.

I meet the guys in the back shed and walk in first. I see Jason tied to a metal chair with his head down. I look at all the cuts and nicks covering his body, and honestly, I am surprised he’s lasted this long and hasn’t bled out yet. Someone slams the door behind them, and Jason lifts his head slowly.

“Fuck, man, let me go. Please,” he whines, and I can’t help it, I laugh.

“Begging? Already? Are you serious?” I ask, getting in his face. I see tears in his eyes; he looks like he’s about to cry like a baby.

“You tortured me for a week. A week! You haven’t even made it twelve hours and are already begging for your life. You are the sorriest piece of shit I’ve ever seen in my life. It wouldn’t even be fun to torture you now. Not with my hands, anyway. I’ll use something else. My fucking words. I want you to listen and listen carefully. You fucked up. You fucked up real bad the minute you played Sunny. She is the most amazing woman, and Paisley… that baby girl is the kindest, smartest girl I know. She loves with her whole heart, just like her mama, and you will never get to experience that. You want to know why? Because she’s mine. I’m going to marry Sunny and spend every single fucking day in the tight heaven of her pussy. Something you only got one taste of and couldn’t hold on to. Instead, you decided a loose cunt was worth losing that paradise. I get it every day for the rest of my fucking life, and you want to know what else?” I ask, seeing the loss and pain on his face.

He fucked with Sunny so much out of spite. Just because she wouldn’t stay with him while he cheated. He traded her in for trash, and he knows it. I just like rubbing salt in the wounds, so I cut deeper.

“Yesterday was the first day Paisley called me Dad. Do you hear that? I’m her fucking dad, and she loves me. I will be the only father she ever knows,” I say, and that’s when the sobs start. I lean back up and smile before turning around and heading for the door.

“Keep him on ice for now. I’ll be back in a few days to finish the job. I want him to think about the life he could have lived. I want him to know that I’ll be filling that role. That a beast like me gets the queen and the princess while he’s pushing up fucking daises,” I say before turning and leaving. I’m giving the fucker three days. Three days to sit and wallow and torture himself with the life he could have had. Then I’ll shoot him between the eyes and be done with it.

I walk back to the compound, wondering what the fuck to do now. Swift sat us down and told us the situation with Jason and how we would cover it up. His Ghost contact let him know he finally got some dirty shit to pin on Jason, shit like human trafficking that involved his whole fucking family. He put out the word just this morning, and now people have noticed that Jason is missing. The police assume he ran. His father and mother were caught trying to take a jet out of the country, but they presume Jason got away, so now there is a manhunt for him. That actually takes the trail away from us. They’ll be searching Mexico or something for him. That takes care of that problem.

Now, it’s just the problem of fixing things with Sunny. I walk through the back door and pass the playroom. I peek in and see Paisley playing with Rome while Rae dances around in her tutu. Paisley looks up, sees me, and smiles wider than I’ve ever seen before.

“Daddy!” she screeches, running toward me. I will never tire of hearing her call me that.

“Hey wildflower. What are you up to?” I ask, grabbing her and pulling her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes me as tight as she can.

“Thank you for keeping your promise. Thank you for bringing Mommy back to us,” she whispers. I swear tears form in my eyes. I take a deep breath before hugging her closer until she wiggles.

“I’m going to go back and play with Rome. He’s teaching me the best places to punch someone if they are bullying me,” she tells me, smiling. I roll my eyes but can’t stop the smile.

“Alright, baby, you kids have fun. I love you all,” I tell them.

“Love you, Uncle Comp,” Rae and Rome chime.

“Love you, Daddy,” Paisley says, running and sitting back with Rome. I smile once more before turning and heading back down the hall.

I want to find Sunny and work this shit out, talk to her, hold her, whoop her ass, but I also know she’s been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours. She probably needs time. Time to heal and work through everything, as well as where to go from here. I finally make it down the hall to my room. I’ll spend some time trying to figure out how to get Bash out of prison. I’m close; I can feel it. There is just something so off about the situation, and I know my brothers want to know what’s going on, but right now, I need to keep it as close to the vest as possible. Just until I figure this shit out. Plus, it’s not my story to tell.

I step into my room, but my feet stop dead as my knees feel like they are going to give out at the image in front of me. Sunny is kneeling on the floor with her head bowed, completely naked, and knees spread.

“What are you doing, Sunshine?” I ask, but she doesn’t lift her head.

“I need you to know how much I love and trust you. I can’t lose you, Nix, and I want you to know I would do anything to prove how much I love you,” she tells me, her head still bent.

I hear the torture and pain in her voice, and as much as I want to take her now and dominate her entire existence, I know that’s not what she needs right now. Right now, she needs soft, sweet, comforting love. She doesn’t need bossy and domineering. She needs to feel our connection head-on, and I will always give her what she needs. So, I walk toward her, then slowly sink to my knees in front of her. I place my hand under her chin, lifting her head.

“Not this time, baby. Get on the bed. I’m going to make slow, sweet, passionate love to you,” I tell her, taking her hand and leading her onto the bed. I see the tears in her eyes but the smile on her face and I know I made the right move.