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I growl at his words. Chill sends me a quelling look, but I doubt Walt heard me. Chill and Viper are all that matter now.
“Where’s the camp in New Orleans?” Chill asks.
“Indian land belongs to the Houmas tribe. They’re taking over several islands in the Gulf.”
“Where is the camp here?” Chill demands as Viper moves the rod closer to Walt’s ass. He must feel the heat approaching his butthole because he loses all control and blurts out the location.
“I want to impale him,” Viper says.
“Save it for later. We need to ensure he has given us the correct location. Leave him hanging here until we can confirm,” Chill orders.
Viper backs away and shoves the rod back into the burning coals.
“Let’s go tell Puma what we’ve learned,” Chill says.
Viper and I pick up the portable terrariums. I glance at Walt before following Chill and Dice out of The Pit.
“He doesn’t look like you now,” Viper says with an evil smirk.
“No, he doesn’t.”
“I can see how he fooled the people at the casino. I didn’t spend much time there as a prospect. I was thinking about working there now that I’m a patched member, but it will take some time for those the bastard harassed not to see me as the enemy,” I say, glancing back at the abandoned farm that hides the entrance to The Pit when I hear a noise behind us.
“What’s wrong?” Viper asks, turning.
“I don’t know, I thought I heard something,” I say, but then shake my head. “Maybe it was just my imagination.” I sling my arm around her shoulders as we continue the trek to the clubhouse.
“Now that we know where we’re going, we need to figure out a plan,” Chill says.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: BIANCA
I barely notice the pain of Billy’s grip as he pulls me across the courtyard. Wade ordered them to bring the boxes from the storage unit here. This could be the break we need. If they retrieve the box containing Christine’s things, they will also bring the AirTag Taylor had placed inside. I want to celebrate, but I don’t. Instead, I focus on the figures in front of me. Tommy has Nadine firmly in his grip. Her tiny body shudders, and I can hear her sobs. I’m sure Tommy is hurting her, but there is nothing I can do.
Tommy drags Nadine into a long, rectangular building. Like the other buildings in the compound, this one is painted white and sports the Nazi and Confederate flags. It takes my eyes several seconds to adjust to the change in light, but when they do, I wish they hadn’t. The building lacks interior walls. Instead, the room consists of cages with a long hall running along the length. Each cage houses four women. They’re standing with their backs to the wall and staring at us.
“What happened to you?” I ask Billy. “How can you be here with these men? They’re unstable. You know that, right?”
Billy shoves his face into mine. I stare into the light blue eyes and no longer see the friend I thought I knew.
“These are my friends. They’re my people. You insult them, you insult me. So, I suggest you shut your face. Remember, Wade said I could bruise you since they won’t show, so don’t fucking tempt me, bitch.”
“Just don’t hit her in the face,” Tommy says as a third man opens the cage with only two women inside. Tommy shoves Nadine inside, then Billy does the same to me. The third guy slams the cage shut and locks it, all the while staring at me.
“I usually find black chicks ugly, but you’re almost pretty. I could fuck you, or at least let you suck me off.” He chuckles as he yanks the key out of the lock. He walks away from us, but I can still see him when he sits in a chair stuck in the corner. After dropping the keys on the table next to him, he grabs a bottle of beer and takes a swig as he studies his phone screen. Billy and Tommy laugh as they leave.
Turning my attention to my new roommates, I recognize Darcie and Emily. They’re sitting on the bottom of one of two bunks in the space with a trembling and tearful Nadine between. The three murmur to each other so softly that I can’t hear their words. I approach them and sit on the bunk across from them.
“What did he do to you?” I ask Nadine, who gives me a quizzical look in return.
“Who?”
“Tommy. Did he squeeze your arm too hard or pinch you?” I was trying to figure out how he hurt her on the walk over.
“He didn’t hurt me. Much. That’s not why I’m upset.”
“Oh,” I say at a loss for words.
“She’s not upset about what happened today; she’s upset about what is going to happen tonight,” Darcie explains.
