Page 68 of Knot My MC
Snitches don’t get stitches. Snitches get ditches. That’s the way of the world. I’ve only let one snitch go, and that ended up costing lives the club will never get back. That won’t happen again.
I stop in front of them but glance at Rukus. “Go spread the word that Kiki is our omega. No one touches her. No one talks shit to her. She’s a Hound now.”
“On it, Prez.”
Good. No protests or questions. It would be natural for them to think what we’re doing is dumb… she was born and bred Wrecker, but the Hell Hounds trust our judgment.
“Now what are we going to do with you two?” I raise my voice to be heard over Sneaky’s incoherent mumbling. “One of you is a snitch. The other is plain stupid.” I scowl at Sneaky. “Shut up.”
I don’t use my command, but I don’t need to. Sneaky isn’t as dumb as I thought.
“Start with the snitch.” Jag hands me a mini-blow torch.
Jimmy bucks against his confines and starts rambling. A stronger man wouldn’t give in at the mere threat of torture. Jimmy is self-serving. He has no loyalty except to himself. To drag it out a little longer than necessary, I pretend not to notice his sudden eagerness to spill his guts and light the torch. A roaring flame bursts to life and the guy starts bawling. Sneaky’s eyes are as round as saucers and his face has gone sickly.
“Come on, Jimmy. You had to know this was coming.” I take a step toward him, and he flails so hard his chair topples over right into the puddle of piss. Cutting the flame, I release a hard sigh and hand the torch back to Jag. “Guess the fun will have to wait.”
Nothing about physically torturing someone to talk is fun, and usually it never comes to extreme violence. I’ve only had to deal with this situation a few times. Most people are more than willing to talk once they’re restrained and their mind has had time to run through the worst case scenarios.
“Help him up.” Two of the guys rush forward to pick him up. Once his chair is fixed, I drop to a squat in front of him, a few feet away from the puddle of piss. “This doesn’t have to be hard. You fucked up, Jimmy. I need to know how badly. Tell me everything and it’ll be quick. Withhold information and the torch comes back. Understand?”
He quickly nods.
“Take the gag off.” Royce is there in an instant to do as I asked. “Talk,” I say to Jimmy.
“I didn’t have a choice. Axel made me. He said if I didn’t—”
“Stop.”
Jimmy’s mouth hangs open, taking my word as a literal command to stop everything.
“Axel didn’t make you do shit if he threatened you. You made the decision to tell him, didn’t you?”
“He threatened to turn me in for my gambling stuff.” Jimmy has a pretty steady side business cheating people out of their money with the application he developed. He’s a smart guy.
It’s a shame he has to die.
“But he didn’t command you to tell him.”
Jimmy hesitates. “No.”
“Continue.” I steeple my pointer fingers and rest my chin on them. “What did you tell Axel?”
“If I had known what was going to happen…”
“Cut the shit, Jimmy.” Crow snaps. “You knew what Axel was going to do with any information you gave him. You thought we’d all be dead and there would be no consequences.”
Jimmy’s gulp is audible.
“I’m getting impatient,” Jag says with a sigh. “Let me torch his ass.” He takes a menacing step forward.
“Okay, okay!” Jimmy sobs. “I’ll tell you everything.”
“From the beginning.” My legs start to burn, but I stay in my squat. I have to see how he reacts to the things he says. I need to see the guilt. It’s the only way I’ll be able to sleep tonight.
“He wanted to know about the deal with the McGraths.”
“He wants our guns. That’s no secret.” Crow taps his fingers against his pants in a steady rhythm. I block out the sound so it doesn’t drive me crazy.
