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Hawk
For the past two weeks, we have kept both men alive. It is amazing the fact that none of their presidents or keepers have even bothered to look for them since we have intercepted them. I’m not letting them leave alive, and neither are my men.
I know I’m getting older when my tolerance for bull shit and the simple torture doesn’t do it for me anymore. We’ve pulled their teeth, broken fingers and stabbed them in numerous places on their bodies to make them talk. Nothing is happening and I’m getting desperate.
There is no telling what these men know and I want to know right now. They have to know something they aren’t telling us.
“Hear that?” I taunt to Bill who’s chained in front of me.
The first fucker we caught is in the bathtub in the shed with lighter fluid being poured on him. The smell is burning my nose and making me want to puke.
I will give them one thing, they don’t have any quit in them.
It is only a matter of time before the asshole in the bathtub dies.
My gun is aimed at the asshole named Bill. “Tell me what you know?” I order.
It has been a long two weeks since I’ve been playing with this fucker. I hate having to stretch out the torture like this because it’s a waste of time. It’s a waste of time before I could be at home with Maci in my arms.
She has become a drug to me. More addictive than heroin and I want her more and more every day.
“Prez, I’m not gonna be able to tell you shit! I don’t know shit!” Bill slurs. His lips are black and blue from dealing with my fists hitting him.
I’m not liking the fact that he’s playing with me.
Someone comes running into the shed and slams the door shut.
My head shoots off to the side to see Alabama, one of the newer brothers, standing at the door with a panicked look on his face. “Prez!” He shouts.
I give him a look that says hurry-the-fuck-up. “What? I’m workin’!”
“We’ve been invaded. Some asshole shot Bobby in the face!”
Bobby is a prospect that I have watching my girls for me as I’m working. “You’ve got to be kiddin’ me.”
I look at Bill once last time before shooting up in action. “You rat mother fucker. You led them here!”
Bill tries to shake his head but he isn’t able to do it. His neck is disfigured after he pissed me off the last time. Actually, he’s been pissing me off the whole time.
I pull the trigger and shoot him in the head. He falls back in the chair and rocks against the concrete floor. The blood splatter is all over from the open wounds on his face.
“Where are they?” I demand to Alabama.
Gear and Capone are standing on my flank ready to fight when I need it. These are the type of brothers any president needs. Ready to fight when needed.
“They are at your house!” Alabama shouts and starts running off to the side where my house is.
Hold on, Maci. I’m comin’. Hold on. Please! Fuck! Hold on. I’m coming. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. Please!
I chant those words like a mantra over and over again in hopes of the mantra working. Anything to keep my girl safe.
By the time we get there, I see Bobby lifeless body on the ground with his head off to the side. Fuck.
I storm into my house and look at the scene in front of me.
“Who the fuck are you?” The man who is undoing his pants asks.
