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Oh, there seems to be some discord amongst them. I might be able to use that to my advantage.
“Be good boy now and do as your told,” I say as sarcastic as possible.
“No one tells me what to do,” Rattle growls.
“I’m your president and you will do as I say,” Dyno demands, with his holier-than-thou tone.
“No one said you would be President,” Lizard finally joins in.
The three of them then start to argue between themselves while I just hang here watching them, like monkeys in a zoo.
“Shut the fuck up, letting a gash get you like that. Fucking idiots,” Guts says, finally showing face as he drags my brother Voodoo into the room, throwing him on floor at my feet in a bloodied heap.
I have to blink several times to make sure I really am seeing my brother. He’s been missing for so long; I was starting to believe he really was dead and had left me.
“Voodoo,” I scream.
I’m watching him carefully, holding my breath until I see his chest rise and fall.
Thank god, he’s still alive.
“Tie him to the chair. This might make her co-operate with us,” Guts says as Rattle pulls Voodoo up and quickly ties him to the chair in the corner.
“Now girl, I want all the details on the Road Wreckers businesses,” Guts demands.
He’s is off his rocker.
“Go to hell, I ain’t tell you shit,” I spit back at him.
He is a lot quicker on his feet than I thought, as his fist drives into my stomach, causing me to cry out.
“You will talk, just depends if it’s the hard way or the easy one. Doesn’t matter to me.”
The smirk on his face tells me there is no easy way and Guts is the one in charge.
“I can’t tell you something I don’t know. The women aren’t told any club business.” I say, which is true.
“I think you know more than you are letting on.”
I feel his hand hit my cheek as he backhands me, followed by another punch to my stomach. I hear something crack.
Fuck, there goes a rib.
He hits me a few more times and I’m now struggling to take in a full breath as my chest hurts from his punches. His rings that adorn his hands have cut into me and I can feel the blood slowly trickling down my skin. I hang my head, unable to hold it up any longer from being used as Guts personal punching bag.
“Enough,” I manage to say on a wheeze.
“Let me tell you a little story about your daddy. How he stole not only my club but also my woman. You see, I should have been the next President, not Judge. He was always weak. Just like your mum, she was mine first before Judge got to her, but you killed her. You took her away from me.”
Guts has lost it now and is screaming at me. I had no clue he and my mum ever had any sort of relationship before my dad. No one has mentioned it, but then why would they? She was gone. Dad loved my mum and from the pictures I have seen of them together, she loved him too.
“You look just like her. He even named you after her too. My Olivia was the sweetest girl. You really do look so much like her,” he says as his hand is stroking my face.
I try to move my face away from his touch, but he grips my chin between his fingers.
“Leave her alone,” comes a groan from the corner.
“Voodoo,” I whisper quietly.
