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He ground his teeth. None of them better say a goddamn bad word to her. Not a fucking one.
Even from where he stood he could see her face was white and her eyes wider than normal as she watched what was going on. Luckily, she couldn’t get a clear view.
Fuck.
He turned back. “Let’s wrap this shit up. Someone grab one of their cell phones. Then drag the fuckers into the woods where the other one is and tie ‘em up. Use their own belts if you gotta.”
Patch broke free from the group and offered a bloody cell phone to Ransom, who stared at it. “Couldn’t wipe it the fuck off first?”
“With what? Everything’s now bloody on them. Also had to use the asshole’s finger to unlock it.”
“For fuck’s sake,” the prez grumbled, carefully taking the phone. He began scrolling through it. “Anyone know the name of their fuckin’ prez?”
The crowd parted again and Torch pointed to the Twisted Soul crumpled in a heap at his bloody boot. “Ask this stupid motherfucker. Pretty sure his jaw’s still workin’. For now, anyway.” Torch leaned over and asked, “Who’s in charge of you stupid fucks?”
All Stone heard was a gurgled answer.
Ransom squinted at Torch. “What the fuck did he say?”
“Think he said Pit Bull. That right?” Torch asked Zero.
Or, who Stone thought was Zero. Without their cuts and with the way their faces were mangled, it was now hard to tell them apart.
Fuckin’ shame.
When Torch didn’t get an answer, he kicked the Souls’ member so hard the guy’s head flopped back.
He was knocked the fuck out.
Ransom continued to scroll as he mumbled, “Gonna send a message to this Pit Bull on where to find them. Along with a warnin’.”
“That won’t be the only warnin’. Got one of my own,” Stone told him.
“Found Pit Bull. Hopefully he’s their fuckin’ prez.” In the middle of typing a text, Ransom announced, “Drag those fuckers into the woods and make sure you got them secured. Don’t want them wakin’ up and runnin’ around, squawkin’ like a fuckin’ chicken with their fuckin’ head cut off. That’ll draw attention.”
It certainly would. But it would at least be entertaining. However, the Kings would be long gone before those fuckers woke up from their naps. Though, one of them wasn’t going to be waking up at all.
Stone sucked on this teeth. Again,a fuckin’ shame.
Ransom finished with, “Soon as that’s done, get ready to mount up so we can get the fuck outta here.”
Stone followed his brothers dragging the bodies into the woods and once they were left in a circle in the dead leaves and dirt, he slipped his knife from its sheath.
Bones stepped next to him. “What message you leavin’?”
“What d’you think?”
Bones gave him a toothy grin.
Stone quickly carved the message he wanted delivered to their president. Hell, to every damn Twisted Souls member.
He divided up the message between the four bikers. When he was done, he stepped back and took in his damn fine handiwork.
Blood now covered their faces and the skin was separated enough Stone swore he could see bone…but it was one way to make sure the message was clear. Each forehead held a part of the message:
NOBODY
FUCKS
