Page 65 of Property of Raider
“Everything okay?”she looks up at me with a soft smile on her face.
“Club business” is all I say.Partially because she doesn’t need to know, but mainly to see what she will do when I tell her this.
“Just come back to us,” is all she says to me.
“There is nothing in this life or the next that would keep me from coming back to you, Tasia.”I kiss her on the lips before going out to my motorcycle and heading for the slaughterhouse.It’s time for us to get this taken care of.
Most of the brothers are gone when I make it outside, so I pull on my helmet, start my bike and head out.Pulling into the slaughterhouse, I find a car I do not recognize sitting on the other side of the line of motorcycles.Pulling my bike into its spot, I kill the engine and go in through the side door.Standing there talking among themselves are my brothers as well as Dragon and a man I’ve never seen before.
“Since when do we allow strangers to join the party without talking to your Prez first?”I glare between all the men, not liking having them here when the asshole just told us the FBI was involved in the removal of the scum causing us problems.
Dragon looks over at me with hand placed dramatically on his chest.“And here I thought we were at least acquaintances after everything.”
“Unfortunately, what they say about assuming things falls true here.You’re just making an ass out ofyou,” I deadpan.
Dragon throws his head back, giving a full belly laugh.“We’re going to be great friends.”
“I don’t have friends.I have brothers and people that work to benefit myself and the club.”
Dragon’s eyes narrow.“Noted.So, let’s be real.I told you when I returned your woman I’ve got my reasons to fucking do what I do.That’s the only reason I am here and will continue to be here until you’re done.They may just give you information that helps me with what I’ve got going on.”
I give him a nod before turning to the rest of my brothers.“Tell me what we’ve got.”
“We currently have Roxy tied to a chair freaking the fuck out anytime anyone comes into the room.We now have four friends hanging from hooks.The cuts on their backs read as follows, President, Vice President, Enforcer, and Treasurer.They’re all strung out and fucking nasty,” Anvil details.
“That doesn’t make sense.Why would Shea tie herself to men like this when she had her hooks in the cartel?These assholes do not bring in the money a senator does.And there isn’t a senator or bureaucrat in their right mind that would trust the likes of Lucifer’s Knights.”Blitz’s words give me pause.
I look back at Dragon, eyebrows cocked.“He isn’t wrong.You spent time in the dungeon, so tell me how this makes sense?”
“Fifteen years ago, they weren’t this kind of club.They were just like the rest of you one-percenters.Then, Relic started feeding the club drugs and a promise of better if they backed Shea and their little venture.Now here we are.The club has been decimated, and the four men in that room could be the only men that could tell you where to find the she-devil herself.”Dragon breaks down the information.
Mercy comes through the door with a nastier scowl than normal on his face.“We need more prospects.There aren’t enough bodies at the clubhouse right now.”
I just nod because he isn’t wrong.“Once this shit is handled, we will open the club back up to hangers-on to see if we can’t get some new prospects.”
He just gives me a small nod as he goes to stand against the wall with Blender, who is vibrating with the need to act to the point that he is making us all twitchy.
Looking around at all the men.“Are there any other questions or concerns before we pay our guests a visit?”
Taking the lead, I make my way into the slaughterhouse.I look around the room, allowing the part of myself I keep locked down free.I stretch my neck, welcoming the need for blood and death.The men are hanging from the hooks with their heads down as we come into the room like a pissed-off mob of very large men.They look over at us, sneers on their faces.
“You might as well kill us.There is nothing a bunch of stupid motherfuckers that are so blinded by their own superiority they can’t see the shit in their own house can do to change it,” Convict snarls, sweat beading across his forehead.
“The plan is to eventually do just that, but you see, you and your marry band of misfits caused a lot of harm to people that mean a lot not only to the club but to us personally.In truth, the only real answer I need from you is the location of Shea Austin.”I shrug, walking over to my tray of fun little tools.
“We don’t know anyone by that name,” Convict grumbles before hanging his head.“Do your fucking worst.”
“I do love when our guests give us permission to be assholes.”I look back at the guys, who are looking around with looks of excitement.
“It just means that they will break easier and sing like they’re hoping for a goddamn Grammy.”Anvil chuckles, picking up a blowtorch.
Roxy’s eyes are wide as she watches us move around, tools in hand.Deciding on a pair of needle-nose pliers and the man with the Enforcer patch on his cut.I step up in front of him, and he doesn’t move.I reach out, tapping the pliers on his forehead.
He picks his head up, only narrowing his eyes before dropping it back down.I look back at Blender, nodding my head in the man’s direction.In a flash, a throwing star sinks first into his shoulder and then his thigh.The man doesn’t do more than grunt before lifting his head, a sinister smile gracing his lips.
I turn away from him.“You can do whatever you want with the others.This man is going to be the one with the answers we need.Cut him down and lay him out on the table.”
I spin, going in Roxy’s direction, pliers still in hand.“Now, as for you.What exactly were you looking for in my office?Do not tell me it was just personal records.”
