Carrying Blaze's Mark

the assholes stomachs back up to keep the rats from getting out right away.
Sure, they’ll find their way out, but it’ll be them eating through the assholes’ intestines to get out.
Now on to the cunts.
“Bring the women and let’s go out to the woods. We have some bodies to burn out there from the carnage they caused,” I say.
“What are you thinking, Blaze?” Tracker asks, cocking a brow.
“Burning at the stake,” I say shrugging.
“Fuck, that’s perfect, but you and your medieval torture bullshit kills me sometimes. They should have made your road name Medieval rather than Blaze,” Horse states.
“Can’t dog tactics that have worked for centuries. They’ve only been tweaked over the years,” I chuckle.
“Fuck and I thought Pitch Black and Breaker were bad when it came to torture, I’m thinking Bart’s missing out right about now. He’d be in heaven up here,” Brake states.
“That gator can stay right where it’s at,” Tracker groans.
“Gator?” Burner asks curiously.
“Yeah, they got a gator that gets to eat their enemies,” I grumble.
“Don’t dog the Bart, he’s the shit.” Tyres chuckles.
“Come on let’s get the monster cunts out of here and get the rest of this done. I’ve got shit to do and one of them is to make sure my ol’ lady is good and doesn’t lose the baby she’s carrying,” Stoney growls.
“Wait, Rach is pregnant?” Tracker asks.
“Rachel’s pregnant?” Horse asks at the same time.
“She doesn’t know I know yet.” Stoney grins.
“Fuckin’ hell. I’m getting too old for this shit, Pops,” Horse growls.
“Not my fault I have super sperm.” Stoney laughs.
“Don’t even go there. After what happened with Caden, I’m not risking getting Kenny knocked up again,” Horse says with a grimace.
“Kenny’s good, brother, nothing’s going to happen to her or your kids, Horse,” Tracker says this time.
“I know that but I’m still not taking the chance. We’ve been lucky to not have any drama coming directly at us lately but fuck if I’m not reminded of it any time I see the scar on my ol’ lady’s stomach of what happened when that bitch attacked her and Ally.”
I feel for my brother. That day he nearly lost his other half.
“How about we table this shit for when we can have a bottle of Jack in front of us,” Stoney grumbles.
Nodding, I grab the bag of everything we need for this part and help my brothers drag Dixie, Arlene, and Irene out of the cage. Their eyes nearly pop out of their sockets while they stare at Louis and Henry.
We drag them straight out of the Pocket and out to the woods. I make sure to take them far enough away from the clubhouse that no one inside it will hear them.
“This should be good,” I say, dropping the bag on the ground and I shove Dixie over to one of my brothers.
Kneeling down, I pull each article out of the bag. Good thing I have enough rope for this part. I also have the acid created to eat through skin to toss in the fire once I have it going.
“Tie them up against one of the trees.”
“No, you can’t do this,” Dixie cries.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl, tuning her out as she continues to fight and protest.
Soon the three of them are tied up and I’ve spread the kerosene at the base of their feet.
Turning away from them, I hold the vile containing the acid up to Bear. “Do the honors,” I suggest.
“My pleasure,” he sneers, taking the vile from my hands and stepping forward. A second later screams fill the air as I look around to my brothers.
“Tyres, Brake, would you like the honor of lighting the match?” Stoney asks.
“Yep,” Tyres says, his gaze hardening further as he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a lighter.
Stepping forward, he holds it up in front of Arlene. “Remember this?” he asks.
Arlene nods her head as she screams in pain from the acid burning her skin.
“Good, now burn in hell for real this time,” he sneers, flicking the lighter open, he kneels down and setting the fire he leaves the lighter at her feet.
Turning away from them, he meets each of our gazes and nods.
“Fist, Aries, stay here and make sure the fire doesn’t spread any further. When it’s out, toss their bodies in a hole and bury them deep,” Stoney orders.
“You got it, Prez.” Fist nods.
“Let’s get back up to the clubhouse. It’s time to rest. Come tomorrow we have a funeral to prepare,” Stoney states.
I hope we’ll finally get a break from it all. I honestly have had enough drama to last a lifetime and now I only want to spend the rest of my life enjoying my ol’ lady and carrying her through this life and into the next as we grow old together.
I promised her when Mark was kidnapped, stolen from us, I’d bring him home and that’s what I did. I carried my son home. Home to his mom, my ol’ lady, my little bird.

Epilogue
Raven
Three Months Later
“Little Bird,” Blaze growls, his hands gripping my hair while he thrust his cock into my mouth. I moan around him flicking my tongue along the head. “Quit fuckin’ around and suck my cock, baby. Or you looking to have me prolong your chance at coming?”
That I was not.
Tightening my mouth around his cock, I suck him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, baby, I love your mouth being wrapped around me, taking me all the way,” he groans, thrusting his cock gently in and out.
“Hmm,” I moan around him once again, reaching a hand between my legs to rub my clit.
As I get close to making both of us come, Blaze pulls out of my mouth and reaches down to lift me off my knees. Tossing me on to the bed, I make a squeaking sound as Blaze climbs on top of me.
“Fuckin’ love you, Little Bird,” he rasps, spreading my legs giving him access to my pussy.
“I love you too, Liam,”