Divorced And Claimed By A Biker

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**Vito

I led Lia out of the supermarket and got her groceries from my car trunk, then handed them over to her.

She looked me in the eyes, and then at her stuff, “How do you take back your jacket? I'd like to send back the money for it.”

I shook my head. "I'll come take the jacket at your workshop if I don't come today. But not taking a dime for this, so keep going.” I patted her shoulder and turned around, getting back to the supermarket.

“Vito, where are you heading to?”

I glanced back at her, “Do you need a ride home?”

She shook her head.

“Start leaving, okay?” I said and continued my walk back into the supermarket. I headed straight to the restroom where two of my fellow enforcers were still holding the pig down so he wouldn't leave.

Lia didn't know, but I came with five of them and signalled two to get over there while we left. I had finished taking care of club business when I saw her riding into the supermarket, so I decided to check in as well. And thankfully to heaven that I did that, or the i***t could have had his way.

As I entered the bathroom, the man with a bloody nose started shaking his head.

“Seriously—I didn't—I didn't know she was a club property.” He wiped his nose with the back of his palm. “If you let me go this once, I won't ever…

I didn't let him complete his statement before releasing another punch across his face, then I dragged him up from the water closet. “Get in!” I ordered, and the two enforcers walked in.

One of them walked behind the man and kicked his leg, and he landed on the floor. I smelled a fractured bone, so he didn't have a means to escape; then they dragged him with them away from the restroom.

The remaining three approached and pulled the man too. We used the back exit so as not to draw the attention of people around, and he was dropped into the truck we had come with, while one other enforcer and I used my car.

I was going to deal with him at the clubhouse. Men like him are the reason Lia doesn't want to give love a chance again. They find fun in domineering and abusing a woman, knowing that she wouldn't be able to rescue herself.

That restroom doesn't have a surveillance camera, and I will have to tell Prez that one be installed there, even if a woman will be the only person gaining access to it. Not like we view the footage all the time; it's only when things trigger it.

The club owned the supermarket and so many other businesses in the town.

We reached the clubhouse, and the enforcers dragged the man into the torture room before I left to meet the Prez. A knock on his office door, and I called out, “Loic?!”

“Do with him whatever you wish, but don't tamper with his life. I'm getting the cops ready,” he said there, and I was stunned, because I had just shown up to report the incident to him. Could one of my men have told him already?

Anyways, it was good that I got the order to beat that dickhead to a pulp.

He had been tied up when I came into the room. The enforcers and some prospects were already there and chatting about him.

“Will he die if his d**k is cut off?” Drake asked, and I shrugged. “Men like him don't deserve to have that since they go about abusing what God blessed us with.”

“If he's gonna die if it's cut off, then he should get wounded there. A scar there will remind him of this moment, and he will never want to get another again.”

“I should give him a punch first.” Riggs, the road captain, reached forward. With his left hand, he landed a heavy slap on the man's face, and he spilt blood; then he hit his fist to his cheek this time. “You know, I just read the news of a child who passed on after being assaulted. You, idiots, don't deserve to walk on this earth.” He punched him hard again.

God knows how happy I was watching those. If I laid my hand on that man, he wouldn't breathe again, and the Prez had warned me of that.

We don't spill blood unless it has to do with defence. I thought this would have the same reason. But I was mistaken.

I leaned on the wall, watching as every one of the men in the room gave him a beating of his life that he was barely alive.

When I was the only one left, I thought of what to do with him so he wouldn't forget my face. I already punched him all I could and wanted to taste something new. This man dared to lay hands on my lady, and I didn't buy it, so he needed a farewell gift from me.

After so much thought, I got out the tanto knife at the back of my trousers and unsheathed it.

He tried to widen his eyes, but he didn't seem to own his body at that moment.

“Where should we use it in? Your skull?” I scoffed and ran my fingers through my cornrows. “I wanna see what your blood looks like.”

He wore those pleading eyes, but it did f*****g nothing to me. When he was trying to molest Lia, he didn't care and only sought his satisfaction, so I wouldn't care as well and cut off his d**k if that wouldn't take this life.

I thought once again, what about paralysing him? I stepped back a bit, and his limbs caught my attention.

A sinister smile appeared on my face as I reached towards him and stabbed the knife into his left shoulder.

“After this, you won't have the strength to drag any woman out there again,” I growled and pulled out the knife, then stabbed it into the other side.

His cries escalated, and I liked the look he wore.

I made sure to stab each of his arms at least three times, so deep that I had to struggle to get out the knife…and I twisted it first before pulling it out.

Drake rushed and pulled up the man's trousers upon getting my next move, so I went down and dug the blade into his bone.

“He ain't gonna do a thing with his limbs after this.”

“That's the best. No one in a wheelchair will think of assaulting someone.”