Page 53 of A Wrench in the Plan
I angrily punched keys on the keyboard and rifled through work orders. I zeroed in on the computer screen, ignoring everything happening on the other side of that window that showed the garage. I did not give two fucks if he stayed and worked. Or if he tore his stitches open. Or if he ended up in pain from bending over with busted-up ribs.
Nope.
I. Did. Not. Fucking. Care.
“Uh, you good?” Sidekick asked me. I jerked my head to see him standing half-in and half-out of the doorway, using the door like a shield.
“Great,” I clipped out.
“You wanna take the day off?”
I paused, looking out the front windows as I thought about it. Normally, I’d say no. I’d work as hard as I could, not only to prove to the club that I was worth a spot, but also because I needed the money.
“Yeah,” I said in a short tone. Fuck, I was all done. I just needed to get away more than anything.
“Go,” he told me. “I got it covered.”
“Thanks,” I said, bolting for the front door without looking back.
I walked my ass back to the compound. I didn’t stop until I was knocking on LT’s office door.
“Yeah?” he called out and I pushed the door open with more force than I’d meant to. His brow lifted when he saw me standing there in the doorway. “Boiling point?” he asked like he just fuckin’ knew.
“Yeah,” I said in a short tone.
“Take a ride to the container yard?”
I gave him a firm nod.
It didn’t take us long to ride over there.
“What is this?” I asked as he unlocked the door to the box. I knew it had been cleaned out, but the scent of rot and death still hit me, slicing through the strong odor of bleach.
“The VP of The Bloody Jokers,” LT said with a raised brow. It was almost as if he was asking me if I was that daft.
“No, I know that,” I said with a roll of my eyes. I knew who the man was in front of me, hanging by his arms from chains bolted to the top. Like I knew that his kneecaps were already blown out— thanks to B-ry— and that, even though the box wasn’t that tall, he had no choice but to hang from his bound wrists. “I mean, why am I here?”
It had been a week since we’d rescued Cat and Chry. A week since we’d taken out most of The Bloody Jokers that were there and managed to save this one to bring back.
“Well, I was saving him for when Wrench felt like he could have a chat with this sad fuck here, but I’m thinking that maybe you need to be here more than he does right now.”
“He’s gonna be pissed if he misses this opportunity,” I said, feeling a little guilty that LT was right and I was going to take full advantage of his offer. “Especially since Baby died before he could finish the job.”
The dirty VP lifted his head at that. He looked pissed, but also like he wanted to piss himself.
“I think I have something in mind that he’ll want more,” LT said, tone flat.
“Dustin,” I said under my breath. “Did you find him?”
“Not yet. But we will.”
And I believed him.
Stepping up, I took in the man in front of me from head to toe. It might have been the pathetic state he was currently in, but I didn’t understand how anyone would want to follow him. He didn’t give off a commanding vibe at all. Matter of fact, he was looking ready to plead for his life.
“Let me go,” he said, and I nearly snorted. “I-I can get you Shark… I mean, Dustin.”
“How about you just tell us where he is and we’ll do the nice thing by ending it real quick for ya,” LT said.
