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response, she sent the message. She really did miss him.

    Joker’s fingers were blooded from the weeks of fighting. Tonight he was going after the bastard who called himself a father. The anticipation had built inside him to a fever pitch. He couldn’t let it go on any longer. Soldiers of Wrath needed him back to deal with whatever Zeke threw at them. His cell phone went off, and when he looked at the screen, he saw it was Demon’s number.
    Letting out a breath of disappointment, he put the cell to his ear.
    “Hello,” Joker said.
    “What’s happening? You’ve been gone for a while over this.”
    “I’m going to end it this weekend.” Starting tonight, Bruce wouldn’t be getting an easy death. Joker intended to prolong it, making it agonizing for him. The fights he’d entered had only set to fuel his wrath, not ease it. He wanted Bruce’s bones breaking; he wanted to tear the flesh from his body. Before Bruce died, Joker was going to sever the bastard’s cock and feed it to him. The list of his torture plans was endless and Joker couldn’t wait to get started.
    He didn’t know the whole truth of what happened, but Zeke had filled him in on a few gaps in his knowledge. Amy’s sealed hospital records had filled in the rest of the blanks of what that monster did to her. No wonder Brenda had been so damned protective and secretive. She’d done everything in her power to make Amy’s life as easy as possible.
    Blowing out a breath, he looked across the parking lot. Bruce was drinking in his local bar, loving the attention. He wondered what the residents of the town he lived in would think of the man they drank with if they knew he’d abused and raped his little girl.
    “Are you handling this okay? You’re not sounding… right?”
    Joker laughed. “Nothing about this situation is right, Demon. This fucking bastard hurt my woman. He made her scared of men, of me.” He stopped. No one but Demon could get him to spill the truth. Amy was his woman, and he’d always considered her his. The love he had for her was never going to go away. It wasn’t just love, it was outright obsession. She was a submissive at heart, a broken submissive. With the right care, he could bring her out of her shell, but she was so damned scared because of what that fucking evil bastard had done to her.
    Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes.
    “I’ve got to go, Demon.”
    “Do you need support there? This is not something you need to do alone.”
    “This is what I need to do alone. I’ve spent a great deal of time imagining this moment. I’m prepared, and I’m ready. The evil fucking bastard is going to die.”
    Demon sighed. “Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
    Joker closed the call to see a text from Amy.
    She missed him. His woman missed him.
    Joker: How’s everything going with Dad?
    Amy: It’s not good. He’s sad. Will you come by at some point? I’d really like to talk to you. I miss talking to you.
    He hesitated. Amy’s texts always made him smile. She hated the small text talk and when they were growing up he’d sit in his room texting her in short talk. She’d get so angry that she would storm into his room, shouting at him.
    Joker: I’ll be there Sunday.
    Once he sent the message, he sent a text to his father letting him know he was going to be stopping by on Sunday for dinner. He missed spending time with Amy. The sluts he slept with now were his way of trying to forget her. Amy couldn’t be what he wanted. Not yet.
    Doubts filled his mind. Given the right amount of care and love, Amy could be exactly what he wanted and needed. It was almost too good to be true for him. His anger raged inside him as he watched Bruce leave the bar, laughing.
    Joker couldn’t hear what was being said, and he didn’t care about it. Putting his car into drive, he followed the fucker down a quiet road. In a couple of minutes, Bruce would cut down a darkened alley that would give Joker the perfect opportunity to grab