The Butcher of the Bay: Part II (Mounts Bay Saga #2)

by J. Bree

I need both of my girls safe. The woman I love and the kid who might just be the closest thing to blood I'll ever have.

Harbin claps me on the shoulder again as he moves away to talk to other bikers, all of them from out of town and a good source of information. Roxas is chugging his way through the beer, not a great amount of help but if shit goes south he’ll be up to fight. Even completely blackout wasted he’s fucking deadly.

I slip back into the darkness at the side of the warehouse to watch out for him and, sure enough, after ten minutes he walks out of the forest and gets onto his bike. Well, fuck me dead. It’s too far away for me to get a decent look but I see that he’s a tall guy, broad and armed to the fucking teeth. Biker boots and a leather jacket but no patches. He doesn’t belong to any club, just himself and his own brand of brutality. I wait until he’s pulled off onto the road, no helmet but he handles his machine with ease, and then I start off into the forest to see what the fuck he was doing. There’s no blood or trail to follow, his footprints barely visible in the dense underbrush, and soon I have no choice but to head back to the car.

head back to my car and then get back onto the highway, done for the night and going home to my girl but there’s an unease in my gut now that wasn’t there before. It’s telling me it’s not the last I’ve seen of the Devil. Not for a long shot.

hear the alarm but Illi doesn't look worried. He must be expecting company. "I'll come out, I'll just wash up first. Are you sure I can't taste you before you go? I want you, mon Monstre." He groans and adjusts his pants. "Fuck. When I get home I'll feed you my cock, baby girl. I'll come all over that pretty face of yours."

I smile at him and he saunters over to me, kissing me deep and hot the same way he’d kissed and licked my pussy only an hour ago. I turn to liquid under his hands and lips. “Fuck me, can you guys not do that around me? Love makes me nauseous. Seriously fucking nauseous.”

I know what it's like not to have nice things, to live in places that aren't really fit for human inhabitants and I know his time in the group home would be the reason this place now looks so beautiful. He might be the Butcher on the streets, covered in weapons and blood, but here he's just Johnny Illium. Mon Monstre.

I find Roxas asleep with his bed against the front door, physically blocking it from anyone attempting to get in. He is definitely a good man and a loyal friend.

Nothing says fatherly love like an MC club stalking you.

I notice her right away. A whole tumble of strawberry blonde hair is curling down her back, the waves of it like the wild mane of a summer child. The color is the same as her dad’s, though his is shaved and it’s his beard that shows his coloring.

She’s wearing the tiniest pair of shorts that show off her long legs and a crop top that has her ink showing where it curls around her back and over her stomach. There’s a leather jacket slung over her shoulders, and the helmet on her arm is the same style that old bikers wear. She looks like a biker bitch, through and through.

I cock an eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah? I think you’re forgetting the drugs I gave your club on a fucking platter came from my oldest and most trusted friend. He kidnapped my girl and sold her off at the skin markets.” Colt flinches just a little. I’m sure he’s only thinking about his girl and how fucking bad those markets are, but then he shocks me by saying, “You get her back okay? You kill the man that bought her?”

“What would you know of the Devil?” Colt kisses his girl softly, putting a helmet in her hands and nudging her over to his bike and away from this conversation. “The Devil came to Indiana years back, took out the entire clubhouse, except me and my brother. We were in the back with our moms, both of them fucking high and passed out. We sat there in that tiny fucking bunk room and heard more than a dozen men killed. Not just killed, they were sprayed out on the fucking walls, not a body to be fucking found but gallons and gallons of blood and ground up organs fucking everywhere. Fourteen men, man. Not one of them survived. So yeah, I know of him and I know you need to get the fuck outta the Bay if he’s calling because you’re no match. No one is.” Well. Holy fuck.

"Baby girl, the only tears on your face from here out better be from choking on my dick."

“Are you mine, baby girl? Do you belong to me, to be used by me?” Used. “Yes. Yes, mon Monstre, please use me until I can’t feel anymore. Please make it stop hurting.” The words slip from my lips like a prayer, a whispered exaltation because I live and breath for this man. This monster of mine.

“Butcher.” I turn and look back at him. He looks fucking old sitting there, like every year of being the Boar and the President adds fucking twenty to his soul. “What are your plans with the Wolf?” I swear, the second he says her codename all the calm melts off of me and is replaced with rage. “My plans are to keep her alive and out of Mounts Bay. If you value your life you’ll plan the same fucking thing. If I find out you’re giving her bad jobs or threatening her… I’ll be doing the skinning, Boar. You keep the fuck away from her.”

His dumbass friend, and mine, runs his fat mouth. “What the fuck is it about the kid? She’s fucking tiny, no tits or ass, and she’s what, eleven? Can’t even pass for legal, why are all these grown men panting after her?”

“Even you’re under her spell, man. You might not want her but you want to protect her. She’s really fucking something.” Harbin shrugs. “You’re just pissed she beat you. The kid is fucking good at what she does. It kinda has me watching kids a little closer now. You never fucking know when one of them is secretly a trained assassin.” Fucking true.

A man’s allowed three vices. Whiskey, cigarettes, and a good woman. Okay, so my motto used to be pussy but I’d never disrespect her like that, she’s more than that perfect, wet pussy between her long legs. It’s a fucking great pussy though. I need to get my head back into what I’m here to do but, fuck, she’s definitely my vice.

My addiction. The one thing I’ll always kill and die for. “Stop thinking about her. The dreamy look in your eyes makes me want to fucking hurl,” Roxas murmurs, and I shove him away from myself. Harbin shoot us both looks, like we’re rowdy fucking children, and I flip him the bird. Motherfuckers, the both of them.

They don’t realize the higher you climb on that fucked up throne the bigger the target you really are. I’ve always known true power is being about to look at that goddamn throne and have the power to kill anyone on it but never take it for yourself.

The woman was fucking made for me. Put on this Earth just for me to find and protect, teach and fuck and own. She’s mine for all of time the same way I’m now hers too.

So we take the stairs together, his hand warm in mine and the whole way down he works on his French, low murmured words shared between us like a guarded secret. It's only when we get to the bottom of the second set of stairs that the warmth and humor dries up from him, leaving behind the man they call the Butcher. He’s harder, none of the man I know left in his face, but I still love this version of him. How can I not, when he protects me so fiercely?

His workroom is cold and bare, the fans whirring softly as the cooling unit works overtime to keep this place icy cold. The walls are lined with tools and knives, bone saws and power tools. It looks like the playroom of a serial killer and, well, I guess it is.

"Do you want to kill them, baby girl, or am I doing it for you? You can head upstairs if you want to, go paint or cook something." I shake my head. "I need to be here. I need to see it with my own eyes."

Váyanse a chingar mucho a su chingada puta madre no son nadien! " It means nothing to me, nothing at all, but Illi's face sets into a cold fury. "You'll be cleaning that up with your tongue before I kill you, cunt. If you want a quick death you'll beg Odie for forgiveness." "¿Pedirle perdón a una babosa que ni su familia la quiso? ¡No me hagas reír!"

"Baby girl, now is the time to leave. I'll bring you their hearts once it's done." I nod and walk out, my feet slow and steady on the slick floor, and when I hear the screaming start, for a second I turn back. Illi has the flame of the blowtorch up against Mecedo’s face, his eyeball nothing but jelly sliding down his cheek.

Every victim has been left with a Bible verse. There are similar themes but no real patterns have been found yet. None of the verses seem to relate to the victims or the perpetrator, but to a third party. A man the verses identify as 'the Devil'.

“Baby girl, I don’t know what happened but whatever it is, I’m fucking glad you’re happy.” My voice is rough, just a little too much emotion there for me to be completely comfortable, but that smile of hers just gets bigger at the sound. “Something did happen, mon Monstre.” She looks nervous and flighty as she speaks, her hands moving a little too much as the sultry confidence melts away. Fuck. That’s not what I wanted my words to do to her and already I miss the mood she was in, the absence of it so fucking obvious now I’ve caught a glimpse.

"Are you happy, baby girl?" Illi murmurs as he hands me a glass of the pinot and I smile at him. "I've never been so happy, mon Monstre. I've never loved my life like this before." He grins, a big wide showing of his perfectly sharp teeth and I shiver, remembering what they feel like pressed into the soft skin of my thighs. "I want you to stay here with me forever baby girl. I don't want you having your father's name anymore. You're mine, I want everyone to know that too."

type. Then he pulls out a ring. God help me, it's the most beautiful ring I've ever seen. A big rock in the centre of a platinum setting, the deep dark blue is stunning. "I thought about taking you somewhere to do this but I know what this place means to you. Marry me, baby girl."

"The kid's diamond color is dark blue. I needed to be fucking careful buying one here in the Bay. Everyone knows what the diamonds mean and there's no fucking way I was getting you a white diamond. I’d only ever support Lips so blue it is.“

The frown disappears and he grins. "if you want something big, we can do it that way. I fucking hate churches but I'll do whatever you want, baby girl."

To think that there are men out there who buy flowers for their beloved and hope that wins them their love. Mine brings me hearts.

He gives me a lopsided grin back. “You think? He’s been holding it all in, saving it up for tonight. We both want these guys dead for what they did to that idiot Mike but for what they did to your angel with those big sad eyes? Nah, we want them screaming.” The other bikers shift on their feet, clearly less into the blood-soaked plan but that’s why they’re the Boar’s bitches and not my friends. Bitches who only use bullets aren’t real fucking men in my opinion. The hot spray of blood on your face when you carve a man up is true fucking joy.

The dogs chained to the wall behind me growl, but I lean down to pick up the severed hand at my feet, tossing it over for them to fight over. They downed the steaks in a matter of seconds when we arrived and now I’m getting them to start the clean up. “¿Quien fregados eres, y que estas haciendo en mi casa?”

My girl deserves every fucking cartel heart in this room. She deserves them all and more. By the end of the torture and their deaths I have six new hearts in jars and the Unseen have a whole new appreciation for the Butcher of the Bay.

“Je te baiserai si fort tu seras ruinée pour tout autre mec.”

“Je vais remplir ta chatte, bien me la faire, et tu me supplieras de t'en donner plus.”

“Bonne fille.” Good girl.

I surprise him with a box on my own. He startles but a grin takes over his face, savage and perfect. “You got me a ring?” I smile and blush like a maiden, as though he hasn’t fucked me everyday imaginable dozens of times already. “I used some of my painting commissions. I got you… well, maybe you should look.”

“Mon Monstre, je t’aime, de ta gentille fille.” I watch

“I’m officially Mrs. Illium now. No more using my father's cursed name."

turn and smile at mon Monstre. I adore him for giving me this moment. "My husband killed him for me. I have his heart in a glass jar if you would like to see it? I think it will be my favorite one, my most prized possession.“

reach for my wine glass, sipping it slowly and savoring the taste on my tongue. "He found out you had touched me. He did not want a used wife so he sold me on to a different man. It was then I met Johnny and we fell in love."

"We're on our honeymoon. He's giving me the hearts of the men who hurt me as our wedding gift. I'm hoping to give him a baby in return someday. Blood for blood."

Finally, Louis seems to grasp what is happening here. I'm not in France to find him for the hookup he had once offered as a cheap apology. I'm not still pining after the man who used me, saw me as a pretty little conquest in his bed. I'm here for his death. I'm here for his heart in one of my jars.

“I was calling to let you know that your biker butt-buddies aren’t very good at stealthiness. I don’t want them coveting what’s mine, keep them the fuck away from the Wolf.”

There it is. There’s the fucking cunts MO. “If you touch the kid—” He interrupts me, his voice raising and the manic shining through. “She’s mine. She always fucking has been and nothing you do is going to take her from me. If you try, I’ll fucking show you, Johnny. I’ll show you exactly what I can do to the Bay.” Fuck. Off.

"I know what the Jackal is planning with the Wolf! I know what he's about to do now she has friends." Hold the fuck on.