Page 212 of Remorseless
Willard’s smile chilled Ryan. “Rebel is proving very interesting. Do you think Diesel’s on her mind when she fingers her twat?”
Ryan pretended not to care how Willard talked about Rebel.
“Would you be willing to lead her to the edge of the forest so I can ambush her?”
“At the club?” Ryan asked, just to be certain the motherfuckerwasindeed insane.
“Yeah, at the club, cuck. We’ll scoop her up. Make her beg for mercy.” He rubbed his jaw. “Fucking bitch.”
“You. Will.Die.” Ryan spoke each word with precision, hoping they sunk into Willard’s thick skull. “Do you understand? Outlaw killed Eric and Billy. Those two motherfuckers who were with them when we found them in the forest.”
Willard’s eyes widened and a deafening silence fell.
“He fucking shot them point blank in the fucking head,” Ryan said. “She’ll have trackers somewhere on her that will lead them right to you.”
“You’re lying—”
“Don’t think he is, Big Willy,” Wally, Jr. said. It was too much to hope that he shot his ass off with the gun he used to punctuate his words. “Outlaw’s bitch…what’s her name…?”
“Meggie,” Ryan, Willard, and Cleaner chorused.
“Yeah, her. If she didn’t have no trackers, she had an emergency broadcast system that brought a bunch of motherfuckers to her quick, fast, and in a hurry.”
“Pa, remember I told you all those words mean the same thing?” Willard asked.
“Like saying them together, kid. Heard it somewhere. A movie or a song…?” He laid his finger on his jaw and thought for a moment. “Don’t matter. It was cool as fuck and I said, ‘Wally, Jr.’—Pa told me I wasn’t Wally— I said, ‘Wally, Jr., remember those words. They’re attention getters.’ That’s what I told myself.”
“I love to hear you say that, Junior,” Eliza gushed.
“Ain’t talking to you ‘til I get Cleaner’s cum out you.”
From inside the picnic shelter, someone moaned. Not in pleasure, either. They sounded in pain. Ryan’s blood chilled. He stepped forward, wishing he had backup. Wishing the Terrible Triplets would swoop in with their Caldwell craziness and help rescue Molly.
“Help!”
Grinning, Cleaner barreled to the picnic shelter.
“Help me!”
The girl who yelled wasn’t Molly. It almost sounded like…
Cleaner jerked a naked girl into their little circle. Ryan squinted. Diana.She wasn’t an official Dweller girl, but Ryan had fucked her several times and Diesel fucked her regularly.
Superficial cuts oozed blood and marred her cheeks, breasts, belly, and thighs.
Ryan staggered back, ignoring the laughter and the taunts they directed at him because of the horror on his face.
“Bash sent this cunt to do one fucking job!” Wally, Jr. said. “Instead of fucking with Outlaw’s bitch and bringing her to Bash, she tried to take out his boy.”
Ryan staggered back. “Bash?”
“It put the Dwellers on alert,” Wally, Jr., continued, ignoring Ryan. “Bash is pissed for more reasons than one. He didn’t want his nephew harmed. That’s why he wants this cunt dealt with.”
“Bash?” Ryan managed to say again. He stared at Diana. “Bash sent you?”
She ignored his question. “Help me, Ryan,” she begged, tears streaking her cheeks and mingling with the bloody cuts. “Please.”
Without asking, he knew they’d used her in unspeakable ways. If Ryan learned nothing else, he knew Bash, Cleaner, and anyone associated with them got off on hurting women.
