Chapter 4 #2
“No. But I don’t—” The punch to his face comes hard and fast. I wince, my eyes squinting and my face screwing up. Jason’s head snaps to the side as blood flies from his mouth, and there’s an audible click on the floor from where a tooth lands.
Sin is a gigantic motherfucker, and his haymakers will rattle even the toughest man’s skull. I’d need to bring a knife to a fist fight to get on even ground with him, just to make it fair. “You answered the question, now shut the fuck up!”
Wrath returns with hair clippers and hands them to me.
“What’d I miss?”
“Sin just knocked his tooth out.”
“Damn. That didn’t take long.”
“Nope, but this is already taking too long for me,” I tell him, cracking my neck again.
“I got my road name because there is no law, divine or otherwise, that I won’t break to get what I need, to protect what I love.
I will do anything, but it’s not me you should be afraid of today.
” Sin looks over at me and nods, and I step forward, a slow grin spreading across my face.
“Do you know why we call him Malice, Jason? Because he wants to inflict pain, wants to induce suffering. He doesn’t just do it because he has to, like me; he craves it. ”
A shiver runs up my spine, and I bristle, even though he’s talking about me. I step up to the plate, wanting to get to the bottom of this, wanting to uncover the truth about what happened to my friend. My patch brother.
“Jason, is it? That’s a stupid fucking name, Jason.
” I don’t know if it is, really, but it sounded cool to insult him before I physically hurt him.
I click on the clippers, the battery vibrating to life in my palm.
I jerk his head to the side, shaving him down to the skin.
Bits of hair fall to our feet, dusting the floor.
Then I step back and admire my handiwork.
Slightly patchy, but it got the job done.
I find what I was looking for, and I look over the snake tattoo, a coiled snake poised to strike.
I flick the tattoo at the side of his head. “What’s the snake tat, Jason?”
“It’s a random tattoo, man. What’s the big deal?”
I jerk my head to the other ugly fucker Sin was looking at. Wrath grabs him, forcing him down onto his knees next to Jason. This one puts up a little more of a fight, but we easily get him down, and I repeat the process, shaving his head down to the skin and finding the same tattoo.
I get back in Jason’s face, gripping his cheeks and forcing his mouth to hollow out as I squeeze them together.
“What’s the big deal? The big fucking deal, Jason, is that you two assholes wear the same tattoo I saw on Garrett.
I don’t know about you, but I’d say that’s a big fucking deal.
Pretty sure the men standing behind me think it’s a big fucking deal, too.
” I stand up straighter, releasing his mouth and shoving his head backward. “What’s the tattoo mean, boys?”
The two men in front of us look at each other, Jason making a subtle shake of his head. Rage overflows my bloodstream. Images of Rolo lying on the ground, shot in cold blood, Morgan falling to her knees and screaming in emotional pain I could never fathom.
“Well, if it doesn’t mean anything to you lads, then I’ll just remove it, yeah?” I love the look that fills their eyes, and I throw my head back in a laugh. “Does that scare you? This will be nothing compared to what I’ll do if you don’t start talking.”
I start with the first fucker, Jason, and flick out my knife.
His fight or flight must finally kick in because he stands quickly, throwing a piss-poor attempt at a punch in my direction.
Asshole number two takes that as his sign to run, so much more pathetic than asshole number one, at least that one’s trying to fight.
Neither matters. They’ll both die here today.
We quickly subdue them, tying them to chairs, and then I get to work, slicing into poor Jason’s head and cutting off a piece of his scalp. Blood pours out of him, and I jump back, tossing the piece of flesh to the side. It falls to the ground with a wet slap.
“Damn!” I yell, looking back for Saige. “Did you know head wounds bleed that much? Like a river!” Saige rolls her eyes, mouthing “show off” to me.
His screams are brain-rattling. I’m sure it doesn’t feel good, and he’s getting one hell of a headache right about now.
But the slicing of the skin was cool. Maybe I should rethink the skinning thing after all.
Very messy, though. I’m sure Chaos is pissed we’re doing this unexpectedly here.
I move to dumbass number two and lift my blade. Blood flows down my hand as I make my first slice. I decide to go slower this time, sawing at him rather than slicing, trying a new technique to see if his screams are any more or less than Jason’s.
Once I’ve finished, I toss the bloody chunk of skin to the floor to pair up with the other one, their ugly-ass tattoos facing upward. Then I take a step back, letting Chaos step forward.
“You ready to tell us what the fuck those tats mean and who the fuck you all are?”
“Kingsnakes MC,” the second ugly fucker mutters as blood trickles down his face.
“And what the fuck are you doing in my club?”
“Orders.”
“To infiltrate the Hell’s Heathens? Why was one of our men targeted?”
“Fuck you. That’s all you’re getting from him,” the first one yells.
“Ohhh, Jason, you are not a smart man. That’s okay. Your buddy here can watch while I have my play time,” I taunt as I step forward again.
I take my time torturing him. Slowly, methodically, but then I get messy as the rage builds, the images flashing behind my eyelids again until Jason’s entrails are hanging out of his stomach and stretching down to the floor, and his face is a hollow sphere. Minus his brain. I let him keep that.
When I turn to the next man, he’s pissed himself, puke lining the front of the leather cut he doesn’t deserve, shaking in his chair, his teeth clattering together like he’s cold.
“You will die tonight, no matter what. But how you leave this plane is going to depend on what you know and if you’re willing to divulge that information,” Sin tells him. I huff my annoyance because I’m not fucking done yet.
“Rolo’s brother is the new president of the Kingsnakes. He wanted him dead. Our job was to get in and get out.”
“So why the fuck did you stick around?”
“’Cause you fucking feed us.”
“You don’t get food where you came from? You thought you’d just come in here, kill our brother, and you could just stay so you didn’t have to go hungry? Fuck you. Where are they?”
“Clubhouse is a few hours west, on the coast, but I don’t remember where. I was a new recruit.”
“Sure you don’t. That all?”
He nods, and then Chaos turns his back on him, his eyes meeting Saige’s, giving her a subtle nod. My shoulders deflate.
“Rude,” I say under my breath.
Saige walks up to him and runs her knife across his neck from ear to ear. Blood gushes from the wound, opening it up further and spilling down his chest. He gurgles and shakes, his eyes wide and scared.
“Always the same,” Saige mutters, rolling her eyes.
“Show-off,” I whisper to her as she passes me by.
“Shave all their heads. Every single one of them is going to be bald by nightfall. I don’t care if you have to tie them down; check them all.
We don’t sleep until we know everyone under this roof isn’t affiliated with the fucking Kingsnakes,” Chaos shouts as he grabs Saige around the waist and hauls her out of the room.
We nod, ready to get to work on the rest of the prospects. Then it’s hunting season.