Page 29 of Patchover Fright Night
I watched as he stroked that blingy monstrosity of a fucking gun as he spoke, having the damn thing resting in his lap like his baby. Seriously. Maybe he needed some alone time with his second cock or something. I was starting to feel violated just watching them together.
“Gotcha. I wasn’t sure if it came through… huh, you did?... Wait… it wasshotdown?”
His eyes met mine, and I shrugged, because I had no idea what the fuck was being said. It was annoying as hell, sitting listening to half a conversation, if that, because he was mostly just listening.
“Will do,” he ended the call, and nodded at me, “he’s got people enroute. ETA is about fifteen minutes.”
I didn’t want to be impressed by that, but I was actually relieved more than anything. We needed help, and we needed it now, but surely they couldn’t get here that fast?
“They already knew?”
He shrugged, stroking the gun again thoughtfully.
“They get a signal too, when we get cut off. It’s my double backup. I just didn’t know if it’d worked, or if they’d respond yet. Luca said they sent over a drone, but it was shot down.”
Fuck me. I couldn’t stop watching him messing with that fucking gun though. It wasn’t exactly time for him to masturbate it.
“Could you stop stroking your golden cock, 007? Or do you two need some alone time?”
He flipped me off, setting it down for a moment.
“Gift from the Don when you’re made. It’s kinda important to me, okay, fuckhead? Excuse me for giving a shit about something big like that.”
“I’m just saying… overcompensating is a thing, man. Still, I think maybe you’ve been rethinking things recently, huh? This isthe life. Not this, I mean. Obviously I was referring to when it’s actually going right.”
“Yeah, because that happens so often.” Still I could see it. He was in fucking love with biker life. He had been the first time around, and this was just reinforcing it for him.
“What’s the plan? After you wank your golden gun off a bit more, I mean?”
“Prick. They’re coming in by air, and they’ll land nearby. We could do with getting someone out there to meet up with them, but neither of us look like we’ll make it.”
I got up, staggering a step or two, as my head felt like it spun on my fucking shoulders.
“Nothing’s keeping me away from my old lady, man. If I have to fucking crawl across the compound, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Yeah, like a three legged fucking dog. Stay behind me, dipshit. Me and my penis extension will keep you safe.”
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That cunt had hisfucking hands on my old lady, and as soon as I could safely get her away from him, I was going to tear off every fucking piece of him one at a time, and keep him alive as long as possible, to feel every fucking second of agony. My fists were clenched by my sides, as I tried assessing the situation. She was trapped, and that gun was against her fucking temple, which meant anything I did, to try and disarm him, risked a bullet in her brain, because the gun could go off if I even startled him. And I planned to do more than fucking startle him.I planned to bleed the fucker out over several days, but none of that mattered, if I couldn’t save my fucking wife.
“Didn’t realise you were such a pussy that you had to pick on women, Roadkill. You said you were a tough guy, but this? Pathetic. It’s like shooting fish in a fucking barrel. One’s in labour, and the other’s…” I trailed off, because where the fuck was Lissa? If she wasn’t in here, or he didn’t know about her, I wasn’t outing her and putting her at risk too. I prayed she’d stay quiet while we took this cunt down. And no, it wasn’t lost on me that I was accusing him of doing the exact things I fucking did, back in the other Phoenix club. I just had to keep him distracted long enough for a fucking miracle.
“You don’t think very highly of your old lady, do you, you fucking piece of shit. Maybe I’ll keep her for me, and show her what a real man is like. Bet she’s never had one before.”
She snorted, and I caught her eye, grinning at her, because did he forget who she was? As much as I hated the reminder of it, it might knock him off his game.
“You’re dissing your man Reaper? I mean, I’m with ya, that tiny dicked little shit was worthless. He died like a snivelling little pussy too. Did I ever tell you that? You know how long it takes to die with a crushed larynx? I’m kinda good at it, trust me. When I get you away from my old lady, away from all the old ladies, I’m going to show you pain like you’ve never even fucking imagined. You messed with the club, and that’s already a crime you’ll die for, but you came after our women? You put your hands onmywoman? Trust me, I know that’s a dead man’s game. Only pussies do that. Only complete assholes do that.”
“Can you even hear yourself, you fucking dickhead?” Cammy screamed at me, and I heard Stitch speaking to her in a low voice, edging a little closer to her with every moment I distracted Roadkill. He was a threat, sure enough, but he didn’t know whohe was fucking with. One false move, and he’d be taken down with extreme fucking malice.
I knew the irony of my words, I mean, of course I did. I’d done what he did, although I’d had a little more discretion, but I knew it was the lowest thing you could do. Back then, I knew I was being a psychotic prick the whole time, but it was like my thoughts were all messed up, because some part of me didn’t care back then. If I could undo it all, I would, but life doesn’t work like that. We have to own our mistakes, and take our punishment. I was ready to die for what I did, and this fucker was definitely going to die. A lot.
“Here’s what’s going to happen-”
“Yeah, you die in agony, I thought I already covered this, fucknuts. The only question I have is why you still have your filthy hands on my old lady.”
“Oi, stop moving, twat. I don’t care if she drops the fucking baby right there on the floor, move another muscle, and you kill this one,” Roadkill snapped at Stitch, who glanced back at me, and was that an apologetic look? Was he planning on risking my fucking wife, just so he could get to his?
