Page 159 of 12 Months of Mayhem

CHAPTER ONE

CHAINS-Enforcer

There is no better activity in this world than when I get to watch an asshole I’ve worked over get what they deserve. Well, that’s not true, as this is second to—make that third—on my list. The first and foremost best experience I’ve ever felt is when Jackson and I are working Winnie to the point of no return. Both Winnie and Jackson are my dream people. Once I got my head outta my own ass and saw what I had been trying to push away for years, it hit me like a hammer to the head. Since we’ve finally accepted our polyamorous relationship, life has been nothing but phenomenal. My second on the list is Luna May, our daughter. Well, that’s a story in itself, and I’m still trying to get used to hearing that she’s our daughter. When I was kidnapped, abused, and almost killed—then rescued—my mission was to find out who was responsible for the hell storm that rained down on me and the Grimm Wolves Motorcycle Club. Turns out, it was a bitch from Jackson’s, Winnie’s, and my past. Long story short, Luna May was one of the victims of this she-devil from hell’s ranch of terrors. All three of us fell instantly in love. When there was no way to find any of Luna May’s family, her choices were to go into foster care or we could adopt her, and that’s what we did. Goddamn, thinking about all this, I guess Emmie is on to something with this fuckin’ huge Thanksgiving celebration this year. I’m not a big fan of holidays to begin with, and when I do celebrate, I prefer to just hang with my two people. Well, now I have three people, I guess.

But this year Brick folded, as usual, when it comes to his ol’ lady, and the Grimm Wolves badass club is hosting a Thanksgiving Day celebration. Everyone is supposed prepare something they are thankful for in their lives and there are parameters. Like single prospects and members can’t say things like: I’m thankful for my bike, the sweet butts in the club, being able to ride and die free. Ya know, all the bullshit us men usually spew when on the spot. So we’ve all been given our orders to make sure we not only attend but have something to be grateful for. What a crock of shit, though when I said that to Winnie I got an elbow in my side. Just that thought brings a smirk to my face as what I gave my ol’ lady in return had her walking funny for a few days. Damn, I love that woman.

I hear the screeching coming from the one asshole who’s hanging from the beam, on the tips of his toes, since his arms are zipped to the wood. He’s watching Iron remove his asshole, big-mouthed friend’s toes, one at a time, after he pulls the toenail off. Needless to say, he’s passed out, probably from the continued torture, though we’ve gone pretty easy on them today. I walk over to the jagoff screaming and squeeze his cheeks together. He shuts up instantly and I get really close so he can peer into my dead as shit emerald-green eyes.

“Keep screaming, motherfucker, and I’ll give ya something to really yell about. Now, we’ve barely touched ya because we all know ya didn’t have anything to do with that jagoff over there’s actions. I’m even maybe thinkin’ of letting ya go with a lesson, but if ya keep pissing me the fuck off, that is off the table. Ya hear me?”

Wide eyes, drool dripping down his chin, snot hanging from his nose, I tell Bullet to grab a wet one and wipe down this guy’s face. As I’m walking away, I hear a faint whispered, “Thank you.” Now, that’s much better. Stomping on the concrete floor, I barely miss the drain as I make my way to Iron.

“What the fuck, dude? We ain’t got all day, need to get our asses over to help with the cleanup of the clubhouse for the huge fuckin’ Thanksgiving Day festivities. Leave the rest of his toes. Grab some alcohol wipes and wake his ass up. I’ve had my fill. We need to figure out if that one over there goes to ground with this one, or he gets another chance. Go on, move your ass, brother, I’m starving, need to find something to eat.”

I glance at the other guy and he’s watching Bullet as he wipes down his face and neck. When he grabs another wipe, I see why Bullet will never be a full-time enforcer for the Grimm Wolves. He has a goddamn heart. He’s wiping down the dude’s hands and wrists because with him fighting, he’s torn the skin on his arms. Oh well, asshole should have figured that out when it started to hurt. Though I don’t say a thing to Bullet, this is his way to deal with what happens in this room. Well, we have this room and a cabin behind the clubhouse. Also have a place out on our acreage at our home. Far, far away from the main house, especially now with Luna May. Jackson and I have been talking about gettin’ rid of it before the child starts wandering around the property.

I hear the clearing of one’s voice right before the ear-splitting squeal of pain coming from this dumbass’s mouth. Well, guess Iron’s woke his ass up. Time to finish it and move on. Hey, there’s something I’m thankful and grateful for, ending this asshole’s life so I don’t have to hear any more fuckin’ screaming and yelling, for Christ’s sake. I’ve been tortured and never made sounds like this motherfucker. Just sayin’. Looking over to the table with all the tools of the trade, I reach for the Bowie hunting knife. When Iron looks my way, he already knows what I’m plannin’ on doing, but I know for sure the other dude doesn’t. Maybe this will put enough of a scare into him that he’ll pick his friends better next time. The guy has toned down his screams to just gasping hollers, but his eyes never leave me as I approach him. I can tell what’s gonna come outta his mouth before he says it.

“Dude, swear to God, let me go. I won’t say a thing and I’ll never do that shit again. Please, I got family and shit.”

“So what you’re telling me is, ya got a woman and maybe kids. Some might be girls and you’re at a bar doping young girls and takin’ ‘em out back to violate them? What kind of man are ya? Your ol’ lady or daughter could also have that happen to them. How would that make your loser ass feel? Enough already, you’ve admitted it and told us, fuck, how many times you’ve pulled this bullshit. It needs to end and honestly, I swear to Christ, I’m thinkin’ your family is better without ya. I could tell you don’t let it happen again but since I know it won’t, have a wicked trip on your way to hell, motherfucker.

I push the Bowie knife into his stomach and jerk it up toward his breast bone. The smell is something I can’t describe, worse than death, it’s most literally likely shit that’s been sitting in his colon as I’ve probably punctured the bowel and intestines. The guy behind me is struggling not to scream, and I gotta give it to him for that. Once I hit bone, I drop the knife and reach into his stomach cavity, pulling out his intestines. I drape them around his neck, letting them hang as he slowly fades. I want my face to be the last thing he ever sees and my demonic voice, his last words. As the light begins to fade from his eyes, I lean in again. With bloody hands I grab his head, shaking it to get his attention.

“Was it worth it, asshole, to get your rocks off and abuse other human beings? I’ll see ya in hell when it’s my time, but until then, enjoy the ride, jagoff.

I hold his head tighter, giving it a hard jerk and hearing his neck break. Ain’t got time to wait for him to either bleed out or die from a heart attack. I glance at Bullet, who’s dropped the wipes and is standing by the window looking out, hands clenched at his sides. Poor kid, even after all the time he’s spent with us, this shit eats at him. Winnie’s right, I’m gettin’ soft.

“Bullet, get your ass to the clubhouse and give a helping hand with the cleanup. Send down Dingo, Doc, and Velvet to help clean this mess up. Tell Doc to bring his kit to give him a once over. Thanks, kid, for the help.”

I leave it at that as he hightails it out of the room. The dude hanging is watching the blood and guts hit the drain. I’m hopin’ this is the right thing to do, we’ll see. I walk to him and his head jerks up.

“Today is your lucky day, motherfucker. I got one of my brothers to come and take a look at ya, make sure you’re okay. I don’t want to hear a word about today, ya get me?”

He nods his head up and down, but I can tell he wants to say something. So I give him a chance, which is fuckin’ rare for me. Again, that grateful shit comes to mind.

“Umm, thank you? I won’t say a thing, you have my word. He was a total dick, even tried to pull that shit on my sister not too long ago, though I taught her how to protect herself. I was actually there to do what you just did. Well, I mean end his sorry as shit life. His wife is a punching bag for him and the three kids are fucked up in the head too. Shit, I don’t know how to ask, but do you take on people to do what you do?”

My head jerks back. Is this motherfucker serious? Well, I can bring it to the club, see what they say.

“I can talk to my president and vice president and see what their thoughts are. My question is why?”

“Dude, I grew up rough like that asshole’s family is, and it ain’t fair now he’s gone; his wife won’t have any help. Also, I got no one but my sisters, and if I can do something to help someone then you giving me a chance isn’t a waste. I’m not making any sense, but I thought I’d ask.”

Before I can answer, we hear footsteps approaching the door. Iron goes and opens it, and in walks a bunch of my brothers. Each and every one is a badass in their own way. Looking back at the kid, I get the feelin’ he’s being honest. So I ask him his name and can’t stop the laughter that comes from deep inside.

“My name is Kazimierz, but everyone generally shortens it to Kaz, as no one can pronounce it correctly.”

Wide-eyed he watches me as I give Tiny the chin lift to let the kid go. Gotta ask ‘cause I’m a smart-ass.

“What’s your name mean, kid?”

This brings a slight grin to his face.

“It means proclaimer of peace, or that’s what my ma told me when I asked her.”

“Well, Kazimierz, like I said, today is a day to be thankful for, ‘cause you’ll keep breathing. Leave your contact info with one of my brothers and I’ll talk to my prez, like I told ya. Last thing ya said, ya only got your sisters, right? No parents or relatives? How do ya support them, kid?”

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