Page 56 of Wildcard's Wager

“Chill said something to him after Bianca spoke to her. Since Chill didn’t believe Bianca, Max let it go, too. He thinks if he had sought Bianca out and talked to her, he could have realized something was off sooner.”

“Hmm. Maybe, but my guess is that he would have scared the hell out of her if he had approached her and mentioned talking to Chill. She might have just left and not come back. We’d probably have uncovered Walt’s actions without her, but I hate to think of her out there worried the club was going to hunt her down.”

“I didn’t think about that. I’ll talk to Max. Look I have to take care of club business. Will you be okay on your own?”

Brigit chuckles as she glances around the room. “I don’t think I’ll be alone. I’ll help them get ready for the party. You go do club stuff.”

I kiss her before making my way through the chaos to the back door. Opening the door to The Pit, I hear screams. Music to my ears. Sounds like Chill has already started. I find her standing in front of Walt, who hangs from a hook. He’s stripped down to nothing. Sweat pours off him. His left eye is swollen shut and I can see areas on his torso that will turn into bruises. If he lives long enough.

Puma, Max, and Dice lean against the wall while Viper rotates pokers in the fire. My ass clenches at the sight. I’ve seen what they do with those pokers on men who have assaulted or abused women. Makes me glad I know how to treat women with respect.

“Has she gotten anything yet?” I ask.

“Not yet. She’s just warming him up,” Dice says with a chuckle.

Viper pulls a poker out of the fire and approaches Walt with a gleam in her eye. When she was a prospect, I doubted her ability to keep up with Chill as an Enforcer. But Viper has no problem inflicting pain on those who have earned it.

“Who is Pamela?” Viper asks, waving the poker in front of Walt’s eyes. He flinches, but doesn’t answer. When Viper lowers the poker toward the man’s junk, he whimpers. “Last chance.”

He doesn’t tell us what we want to know, but he does scream like a bitch when Viper lays the hot poker against his inner thigh. She shoves that poker back into the fire and grabs another one. When Walt sees it, he breaks.

“She’s my mother,” he sputters.

“Who’s your father?” Viper asks

He glares at her.

Chill glances over to Dice. “Go get Pamela, maybe she’ll talk.”

“No!” Walt screams. “Leave her alone. He made her do it.”

“Who?”

“My dad.”

“Wayne Turner?” Viper asks, waving the poker closer to his right thigh.

He shakes his head. “Wade Turner.”

“Oh shit,” says Max.

“You know who he is?” Viper asks her brother.

Max slowly nods. “He’s Wayne’s twin brother. I remember dad mentioning him a few times. They did business together, but rarely.”

“That’s because he wasn’t a true believer,” Walt snarls. “He refused to join us.”

“Us?” Viper asks.

“The Brotherhood. The Keepers of the Third Reich.”

“Well, fuck. Figures our family would add Nazi bullshit to the mix,” Viper sneers.

“You were stealing from us for this fucking Brotherhood, weren’t you?” Chill asks.

Walt chuckles. “We took thousands from you and you didn’t even notice.”

“What did you do with the women you kidnapped?” I ask, playing a hunch.

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