Page 54 of A Wrench in the Plan
“Seems like a fair deal to me,” I added with a shrug.
“Let me go and I’ll bring him back to you.”
“Yeah, not going to trust that. We aren’t stupid,” I said, shaking my head. “You have anyone else down here watching us?”
His gaze shot to the side, all traces of hope gone from his face.
That would be a no. Good. At least we were safe from that.
“How many of you are left?” I asked.
His jaw clenched.
“I asked you a question.” I took a step closer to him as I spoke. “It would be in your best interest to answer. I’m in a pretty shitty mood, and this seems like the best way to take out my aggravation.”
“Shark and Backer escaped when you ambushed us,” he said with an angry huff.
From what I’d been told, Rooster had caught up to the latter one not long after he’d tried to flee the scene of the shootout. He’d dragged the asshole back to the scene and tied him to the front of the truck still breathing. That was when Boom had taken over. That asshole wasn’t much more than a charred lump now, along with the rest of them that had fallen there.
Something I didn’t find out until later, since LT had been at the hospital with all of us and Rooster and Boom couldn’t fill him in while there were eyes and ears everywhere.
“There’s about five more back in Indiana,” he added
“Where?!” I snapped, staring him down.
“Hiding in this abandoned motel right outside of Conception. That’s all of them.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see LT already messing with his phone, likely sending a text to Seven so he can clean up the rest of this trash.
“And your Prez?” I asked.
To that, he gave a weak snort.
“Ain’t got one.”
What the hell? What did that even mean?
“I ain’t sayin’ nothing else,” he told me as he let his head drop back down to his chest.
“You messed with the wrong club,” I told him. “You messed with the wrong person. You took the people I care most about. You hurt them. You were going to kill them without a care.”
He grunted.
“So, I’m going to bestow the same on you,” I told him flatly.
There were so many different ways I’d pictured this moment. So many different things I wanted to do to him. But I realized that maybe I wasn’t quite that person. Yeah, I wanted him to die. And yeah, I wanted to be the one to do it. That said, I didn’t have this insane urge to walk out of here covered in his blood. No, I wanted him dead and I wanted to walk away clean. Clear-headed. Not taking a trace of him out of this box, proving that he wouldn’t ruin our lives a second longer.
However, I did want him to suffer.
My hands went to my belt. His head shot up when he heard the clink of the metal and I undid the buckle.
“I didn’t fuckin’ touch her!” he yelled. “I wasn’t gonna rape that bitch. That was all Shark.”
“But you were going to let it happen. You let him put his filthy hands on her,” I said as I slowly pulled my belt free from the loops of my jeans. “You were probably even going to stand there and watch, weren’t you?”
“No,” he shot back too quickly.
I might have liked this fear that I was putting in him. Payback for Cat, even if she would never know about it.
