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Hawk
I’m an asshole. Anyone you ask will tell you I’m an asshole. I make the bastard wait for me before I go to the ice chest.
I wanted to make sure Maci and her daughter felt comfortable in my home before I left.
And I waited until I made Maci come a few times before coming back to the clubhouse.
I’ve become a soft asshole lately! What the fuck is wrong with me?
Seeing Maci look scared, did me in. And now I’m going to do what I do best, I’m going to make this rat bastard hurt.
The man is chained to the chair in front of me with my men around me. The only thing that is missing is a prospect and that’s because he is watching my house. I want to make sure she is protected at all times and that is the only way I know how.
I’m holding a pocket knife in my hand as I approach him. He’s about my height, a decent build. Nothing too scary about the man who almost killed my woman.
“Who sent you?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “I tell you and then I’m dead. I don’t tell you and then I’m still dead. What’s the point in telling you shit?”
The man has guts.
With the edge of the knife out, I lightly tap it into his back to show him who is in charge here. I’m in charge.
The knife tip punctures his back and he hisses out in paid. “What the fuck?” He snipes.
There is a little trickle of blood along the couple of inches line I made.
“Oops! Did that hurt?” I taunt. “Rule number one, I ask the questions. Rule number two, you answer the mother fuckin’ questions and everything will be cool. Got me?”
I’m lying through my teeth. I have no intentions on keeping this jack ass alive.
He nods his bearded face and looks at all of my men in their faces. Is he trying to get one of them to feel sorry for him? If that’s what he is doing, it’s not going to work.
“Don’t look at them,” I circle back around and smack him on the back where I made the cut. “They will not help you. Who sent you?”
The man shakes his head and stares at me head on. “I can’t tell you.”
I smile mirthlessly. “I think you can. If you don’t I’m gonna do a whole lot worse than a cut.”
With the knife raised I slam it down into his left leg. I’m careful to not maim any arteries or shit until I get my answers needed.
He screams loud.
Capone circles him with a smile. “Yeah, you probably want to tell the prez what he wants to know. You fucked with his woman, dude. Who the fuck are ya?”
“Are you talkin’ about that chick who lives in the projects?” The man yells.
“Yeah, that woman. My woman. You fucked with the wrong club.”
He tries to wiggle out of the chains but he is no match for them. “Fuck, man. I’m sorry. We got drafted to do it. I swear! I didn’t know she belonged to you.”
“You didn’t know because you didn’t check. You also went into my club’s area. Why the fuck wouldn’t you have checked before coming here?”
The disrespect is a whole other level than him stalking my woman. Every club knows to check with the surrounding clubs before going into their land. It is a respect thing. I would never go into my cousin’s land without permission and that’s my own cousin. This fucker messed up all around.
From the side, I can see he’s a fucking Trail Blazer MC member. He’s low on their rocker, though. He’s probably trying to get a name for himself by volunteering to get my girl.
