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Hawk
Bill is on time and we didn’t have to wait too long for him to come. The worst part about Bill, is that he is still a low man on the totem pole. He won’t be able to do anything for me and I want to kill him.
But I’m going to use him as bait.
The man stands a little shorter than myself and his cocky smile on his face is begging for me to slap it off. I walk around the back of the diner and point towards my tattoo shop.
“The girls are in there,” I tell him.
The man is trying to figure out who I am. I can tell by the way he is looking at me and trying to read my rockers on my cut. I’m not making it easy on him but I’m also not hiding it. He wants to know that bad, he can ask.
Capone and Gear and a couple of the other brothers are waiting in the diner for us to come over. I can see them watching us through the window.
The quicker we get this done, the quicker I can get back to Maci. I miss her pussy already. I’ve become a fuckin’ pussy.
“Who are you?” Bill asks the second we get into the tattoo shop.
I smirk. “I’m Hawk. The fucker you hired made his way into my territory. The woman you’re after is my ol’ lady. You see the problem with this?”
Even though Bill isn’t in the biker scene, he knew exactly what I meant. He starts back peddling to get out of this. “I’m sorry, man! Fuck! I really needed the money.”
“How much was offered to you?” Capone asks with his gun in his hand. He has it aimed at Bill’s head and I know it’s loaded.
The man shakes his head out of fear. “I needed the money. He offered me fifty large if I tracked her down and killed her.”
“Then you offered that loser money, too?” I question.
He nods. “I swear! I didn’t know she meant anything to anyone. I swear to fucking god, I didn’t know!” He begs.
“See, Bill, may I call you Bill?” Capone taunts and doesn’t wait for an answer. “You can’t just roll up on someone’s town and think you’re gonna cap someone. I think you knew what you were doing the whole time but want us to think you’re stupid. What do ya think, brothers?”
Maucho’s enjoying the scene like the psychopath he is. “I think you’re right, brother. This mother fucker has to be taught a lesson.”
“Who hired you?” I grab him by the collar and lift him off the ground. His feet dangle a little bit and I want to chuckle.
“I dunno!” He cries.
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for. You do know. You gotta know. Who hired you?”
“Some Italian in Chicago! I swear! He’s supposed to wire me the money,” Bill yells.
“Into your bank?” Nitro retorts. “What’s the bank account number he’s supposed to be sending the money to?”
The man shakes his head and starts crying. That doesn’t work for me. I shake him a little harder and his head flops from side to side.
“Tell me what I want to know!” I demand.
“You’re gonna kill me anyways.”
Again, every one of these assholes who crosses over into my territory thinks I’m going to off them. I’m not a fuckin’ murderer. I’ll kill to protect and defend, but I’m not gonna kill just to kill.
“That depends on the answer you give us,” Gear murmurs behind him and punches him in the back.
I hear the amount of force he brings and the man shakes from it.
His eyes snap open.
“I see you’re finally seeing the point here. How many clubs did you ask?” I squeeze a little tighter.
“We asked the surrounding clubs. We didn’t want to ask you because we didn’t want them to know about it,” Bill retorts.
“Sure, sure.” I think about my next move.
