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His eyes widened once I used his name. I guess he was starting to realize just how serious this was. I wasn’t here to fuck around. He had two minutes to tell me something, or I would be unleashing Bear on his ass.
“Okay. She started blackmailing me last year. Asha wanted my help to get rid of her ex and I did. Then she started blackmailing me with that as well and asked that I help her take his daughter. I didn’t want to do it, but I didn’t have a choice. Plus, I knew Asha wouldn’t hurt Gabrielle. Asha loves Gabi likes she’s her ow?—”
“You’re doing a lot of talking but you aren’t telling me anything. Where. Is. Asha? This is my last time asking you,” I growled.
That little speech really pissed me off. I didn’t give a damn about Asha blackmailing him. He assisted in taking a man’s lifebecause a woman was scorned. And if things couldn’t get any worse, he then assisted with kidnapping a child. Then, to try and justify the kidnapping by saying Asha really loves Gabi was insane. He handed Gabi over to a crazed lunatic who was clearly spiraling because a married man left her.
“She’s in New Orleans. Her great-grandmother had a home there that she left to Asha’s mother. Asha visits there on a regular basis, so nobody suspected anything when said she was going there for a little while.”
Just as the last word left his mouth, Tech came into the room with the laptop in his hand. He was staring daggers at Tony, whose face had gone white like he’d seen a ghost.
“What is it?” Torch asked the obvious question.
“I know what Asha was blackmailing him with,” he spat. “This sick motherfucker is a swim coach, and he hashundredsof naked pictures of little boys on his laptop.”
Bear reached into his jacket and produced a roll of duct tape, causing Armor to stare at him dumbfounded. “You just keep that shit handy, huh?”
“I’ve never touched any of them. It’s just pictures,” Tony said hastily when Bear started making his way around the bed.
I frowned in disgust. Was that truly supposed to make things better? We were already going to kill his ass for having a hand in snatching Gabi, butnow?Now, his ass was going to have a slow death.
When Tony noticed the sinister look in Bear eyes, he began scooting to the opposite side of his bed. “HELP! SOMEBODY HE?—”
Torch quickly silenced him, crashing his fist into Tony’s jaw. He fell back against the bed. Bear made quick work of taping his mouth. Then, Bear reached into another pocket, brandishing rope. I now knew that Bear had torture on his mind regardless of what the rest of us were thinking.
Tony sobbed through the tape, trying his best to plead his way out of this. Bear tied Tony to the bed spread-eagle and smirked. “I’ll be right back. I need to get my tools out of the van.”
“Oh, you don’t just keep that on you?” Torch asked sarcastically.
Bear rolled his eyes, leaving the room. He returned three minutes later with a duffle bag holstered over his shoulder. Bear sat the bag down on the dresser, opened it, and started pulling out histools.Once he had everything out, he produced a pair of gloves.
When Bear turned around, he was holding pliers in his hand. He walked over to Tony and began removing Tony’s nails one by one. He screamed in agony as tears fell from his eyes. He didn’t know, Bear was just getting started.
Twenty minutes later, Tony had been beaten to a bloody pulp by Bear. He was missing several limbs and was barely hanging on by a thread. Bear had used a machete, a hunting knife, and a saw. I could barely stomach the scene before me and opted to look away several times. Torch and Tech decided to leave the room all together.
“Bear, lets hurry this up. The longer we’re here, the longer Gabi is still missing,” I told him.
Bear nodded, grabbed his gun and screwed the silencer on. He let one shot off between Tony’s eyes, ending his life. As Bear was putting away his things, Tech returned, making sure to keep his eyes off Tony’s mutilated body.
“Torch and I wiped everything down, but while I was in his office, I found hard copies of the pictures he took.” Tech laid the photos down on the bedside table before spinning on his heels, gagging on his way out the door.
Leaving those pictures behind would work in our favor. The detectives weren’t necessarily going to try and hunt themurderer of a child molester. In their eyes, Tony got exactly what he deserved.
Once we were back in the van, I called Razor, the prez over the Louisiana chapter.
“Razor, I need your help with something.”
When we landedin New Orleans, Cara was calling as soon as my foot hit the pavement. “Yeah?” I answered.
“You’re going to head straight to Asha’s house. Razor and Nick will be meeting you there.”
“Okay. Got it.” I hung up.
Nick was Razor’s brother and the chief of police. Despite them taking very opposite directions in life, Nick and Razor were very close. It wasn’t always that way though. Back when the club was into illegal stuff, Nick distanced himself from his brother. He didn’t want to put his job on the line because he couldn’t see himself arresting his own brother. Once the club went legit, they eventually got close again.
By the time we reached the home, it was a little after six in the morning. We parked down the block, away from the house. The sun was just peeking beyond the horizon. I hopped out of the van, making a beeline for Nick and Razor.
“What’s the plan?”
