Page 31 of Hell & Back

He sized them up and debated on what to do abut them. Having come to a conclusion, he said, “Since you know I need to be somewhere, you good with staying here and keeping an eye on the women with Cutter and Miles?”

“Yes, we’re good with that.”

“Good. Cutter and Miles are in charge while we’re out.” Race stood and watched the trio exchange another look.

“Is there a problem with that?”

“No. No problem,” Daniel replied.

Race, Dagger and Tuck all told their women they were leaving and said their goodbyes. He held the door open for Tuck and thought he looked like he was limping more than usual. “Why are you limping so much? Thought you had therapy today.” He accepted the keys Tuck handed him as he slipped by. He settled into the driver’s seat and waited for Tuck to hoist himself up into the passenger seat.

“I did. They worked me hard today and I think my therapist might be a sadist.”

He laughed and started the truck. “Nice. Almost as nice as mine.” He backed out and made for the front gate, following Dagger and Chris.

After the hour-long drive, they finally made it to Hotel Pain. It was positioned a couple of hundred yards into the woods behind the cabin. From the outside it looked like a derelict building about to fall down at any moment. The outer shell had a cedar shake roof and wood siding. The moss and small plants growing on it hid the reenforced walls and roof underneath. Itwas off limits to everyone when they had family events at the cabin.

Race led the way through the door and found that from the looks of things, Jackson and Trick had gotten bored waiting on the rest of them and had a little fun. The Phantom’s face was bruised, swollen and bleeding. They were pushing him back and forth like a kid on a swing as he dangled from a chain attached to a hook in the ceiling. His cut had been removed and Dagger went straight to it and pissed on it. His VP was a little scary when he got quiet like this. Dagger was a pretty happy go lucky kind of guy and very little got under his skin. The only exceptions were when someone fucked with the Sons or they fucked with his family. This fucker had done both.

Dagger walked a slow circle around him, his teeth clenched. “We gotta name for this piece of shit?”

“His cut says Slip,” Trick replied. He had moved to stand against one of the walls with his arms crossed over his chest. Jackson now leaned against the opposite wall, standing much the same way.

“You find out where they took Darren?” Race asked them.

“No,” Jackson gritted his teeth. “Fucker won’t tell.”

“We have some business with him first, Dagger, then you can have your fun.” Race stepped up in front of Slip. “Before you think about spitting on me, keep in mind the last guy who did that got his lips Super Glued shut. It made things difficult for him when the pain got to be too much and he couldn’t throw up out of his mouth. It came out of his nose and he couldn’t breathe. Needless to say it was a horrible way to die. Suffocation by vomit.”

Slip’s face paled beneath the blood and bruises.

“From the looks of things, my brothers got a little aggressive and might’ve broken a couple of ribs. You’re already having ahard time breathing.” Race started to pace back and forth in front of their captive. “What do you know about Euphoria?”

“EZ Lay?” Slip’s chuckle turned into a fit of pained coughs. His voice was hoarse and winded when he started speaking again. “I know that if a man takes it, he’ll get super horny and he has to fuck it out of his system. Jacking off won’t do it.”

“And a woman?” Race asked.

Slip smiled, his teeth bloody. Hanging from the chain, his arms were stretched to the limit. His feet touched the floor, but his legs couldn’t support him. “She’ll fuck whether she wants to or not.”

“How do you know this?” Jackson asked. “That what the cartel told you?”

“That and they said we should test it out.” His left eye was swollen shut and his cheek cut under his right eye.

“I’m guessing that’s what you did?” Trick shoved off the wall. “Tested it out?”

“Of course. Paid the first couple of people to test it. Then we just took people off the street.” His laugh came out as more of a wheeze this time, blood leaking down his chin. “You’re friend that got taken is so fucked.”

Dagger punched him a couple of times in the stomach. “Where is he?”

“You think I’m gonna tell you knowing I’m dead either way?”

Dagger punched a couple more times. He only stopped when Slip laughed again. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“They’ve never tried putting two guys together. Maybe your friend will be the first.”

Dagger stomped over to the workbench and grabbed a hammer. He brought it back and held it in Slip’s face. “Last chance. You need to be a little more forthcoming. Where are they doing the testing? The clubhouse?” He tightened his grip onthe hammer, his intent clear. “Nothing?” His question met with silence, he swung the hammer, taking out one of Slip’s knees.

The man screamed in agony. His legs completely gave out, his weight suspended entirely by his wrists. His face was white and his breathing shallow and raspy. He was on the verge of passing out from the pain. “Fuck you,” he managed to get out before he lost consciousness.

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