Page 62 of Hit and Run
Her eyes snap to mine. “Yes, I’m sure.” With that, she climbs out of the car. I follow suit, meeting her at the front of the car and we walk inside. Knuckles is sitting at the card table Ranger sat at earlier.
“Hey, Shade. I wasn’t expecting you,” he says.
“It was kind of a spur of the moment decision,” I tell him. “Ranger should be here soon.”
No sooner than the words come out of my mouth, Ranger walks in carrying a small duffle bag.
“Welcome back,” Ranger says, slapping me on the back. “How are you, Sienna?”
“I’m better,” she tells him.
“You sure you want to do this,” Ranger asks her.
She looks him dead in the eye. “I’m sure. I need this.”
He nods. The three of us walk closer to Ricardo. He’s more alert than he was earlier. He lifts his head up and grins when he sees Sienna. “Ah,chiquita, did you miss me?” His voice is almost inaudible. Sienna stares at him, unmoving, nothing giving away how she’s currently feeling. After a minute, she turns to Ranger.
“What do you have,” she asks him.
“I have knives, a blow torch, branding tools. Pick your poison,” he tells her.
“A knife, please. I’d like to, uh, cut something off,” she says, making both me and Ranger tense.
“Savage,” Knuckles half-whispers, half-chuckles. Ranger sets his bag down and opens it up. The first thing he pulls out looks like a heavy-duty poncho.
“I learned something the last time we had a woman here. Y’allaresavage and messy. So, to keep from getting blood on your clothes, you can wear this,” he says as he hands Sienna the poncho. “I would also recommend taking your sandals off.”
She slips the poncho on and steps out of her sandals, handing them to me. Ranger pulls a knife out of the bag and Sienna’s eyes go wide.
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Sienna
We’reat this barn that’s somewhere on the Savage Menaces’ property. I didn’t know they owned so much of the land around the clubhouse. I’m standing here barefoot with this heavy-duty poncho thing on. Ranger, the club’s Vice President, had me put it on to protect my clothes from getting blood on them. Same reason I took my shoes off. Ranger pulls a knife out of his bag and I stare at it in awe. He hands it to me and with adrenaline coursing through my body, I take it.
“I’ll be right here if you need me,” Shade says to me. I nod as my eyes move from the knife to Ricardo. I move so I’m standing directly in front of him.
“You’re not going to use that,chiquita,” Ricardo whispers hoarsely, eyeing the knife. I rip his pants and underwear down.
“I can’t watch this,” Ranger says.
“Still think I won’t,” I ask Ricardo, flipping the knife over in my hand. He shakes his head from side to side with an evil smirk. I grab his limp dick and start cutting. He yells out and tries to wiggle his body out of my grasp. When I’m about halfway done, he stops moving. Once I get it cut off, I shove it in his mouth.
“That’s for every girl and woman that has ever been in that house, touched by you, abused by you, trafficked by you. This,” I say as I stab him in the abdomen, making him scream. It’s muffled by his dick in his mouth, “is for me.” I twist the knife and notice a tear fall from his eye. “And that was for thinking you would ever get away with any of it.”
I leave the knife and turn to face Shade. He’s standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, face unreadable. Ranger is standing next to him but has his back toward me.
“That was brutal to even listen to,” Ranger says, turning around.
I shrug. “He deserved it.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Shade gestures for me to follow him. He takes me outside of the barn on the opposite side that we came in. We walk to the left and there’s a hose hooked up to a spout. He grabs the hose, turns the water on and sprays the blood off my feet. Turning the water off, he turns to me and carefully pulls the poncho over my head. Ranger walks outside with a bottle of bleach, pouring some over the bloody water, then on the poncho.
“Y’all head home. I’ll finish up here,” Ranger tells us.
“Thanks, brother,” Shade says to him. “I owe you one.”
Shade scoops me up and carries me through the barn. Once we get closer to the car, he drops my sandals and sets me down, helping me step into my sandals.
