Page 12 of Zeus's Ruin

CHAPTER NINE

Zeus

“This asshole,” I sayto Scorpio as he helps me heft what’s left of Jimmy’s arms and legs into the hungry gator enclosure.We’d been tailing Jimmy all night, which led us to a bar on the outskirts of town.He wouldn’t dare step foot in The Boobie Trap again, not with the club’s influence.But the bastard was cozying up to some poor, dumb bitch just a day after beating and raping his girlfriend.And I couldn’t let that stand.We’d followed them to some dinky little house in Chalmette and waited until early morning when he’d left alone, because that’s the piece of shit he is.

“Is it just me, or was he lighter when his whole body was intact?”

I chuckle.“Definitely lighter.How much is left?”

“Just this,” my brother says and tosses Jimmy’s head like a football.“Heads up.”He gives me a psychotic wink and laughs darkly when I fumble the ball.

“You’re sick.”I lean over, narrowly avoiding getting chomped by the biggest gator in the swamp, a mean son of a bitch named Jeffrey Dahmer.He wants what I’ve got.Of course he does.I look down at Jimmy’s slackened jaw, half cleaved off by Scorpio’s axe before the fucker even died.“See ya ’round, Jimmy.”I line up my boot and kick the head at Dahmer who hisses and snaps territorially at the other gators.

Scorpio chuckles.“Just make sure you save a little of that enthusiasm for Dad tomorrow.”

“Oh, I’ll have plenty of pent-up rage to go around.Thirty-three years of it.”

“You and me both, brother.”Scorpio claps me on the back and heads out, but I stay in the enclosure and watch the feeding frenzy that ensues.He can’t lay a fucking finger on anyone now.I grin and watch Dahmer and Chewy fight over the last of Jimmy’s remains.Fuck with my woman, you fuck with the Grim Raiders MC.Or, I guess, the Saint’s Outlaws MC, since that’s what we’ll become tomorrow night.

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