Page 72 of Desert Heat

CHAPTER 19

The switchblade glintedin my hands I stalked toward Line. I had the fucker strung up by chains, hanging like a piece of butcher meat. He’d die slowly.

For touching my girl.

Tank’s girl.

For killing Danny.

Murdering Savvy’s old man.

The man had so much blood on his hands. It was only fair he should shed some of his own.

He wasn’t broken yet. I saw the gleam of defiance still shining in his eyes as I stalked closer.

“Your girl’s pussy was wet when I touched her.”

Bam.

My fist broke a few ribs if the crunch heard after I connected was any indicator.

He coughed up blood, sneering at me despite his predicament.

“Where’s the father?”

“Fuck you,” he spat.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s your choice.” I took my time cleaning the blade on my Henley as I stood in front of his bloody and bruised body. “If you give me the intel I need, I’ll go easy on ya’. I’ll even bury you in a nice spot. If you continue to be a dick… I’ll cut yours off and feed it to Tank’s new dog. While you watch.”

Line shuddered as the sound of barking came closer.

We were back in the desert.

On my turf.

Far away fromher.

Hacker tracked his ass down after we called in a few favors. We intercepted Line in upstate New York. He was either going back for Savvy or making a run to Canada. We hog-tied his ass, shoved him in a back of trailer and brought him home to face what he’s done.

“TELL ME WHERE HE IS!” I roared, taking the blade and running it down his torso.

“Bring them in!” I hollered.

The door to the old barn opened, letting in three mixed breed patties who were sweet as sugar but I’d never cop to that. They were excited as all hell just coming back from their morning run.

They circled Line, barking and sniffing his blood. The man screamed. Literally screamed as they danced around his hanging legs.

“FUUUCKKKKKK GET THEM OFF!!! FUCK MAKE IT STOP!!! FINE! I”LL TELL YOU….”

“Too fucking easy.”

I whistled, called the dogs back. Tank put then back outside before coming back in and folding his arms across his chest.

“Cut me down?”

I looked over to Tank. He shook his head. I folded my arms across my chest mimicking him and waited.

“I threw his body over a cliff behind a turn on Route 66. The birds and the heat…”

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