23. Zeke
The meeting spot is one of our warehouses just outside of town. We rarely use it, so if this is where they’re holding the princess, it’s a good spot. I pull in and park my bike, looking around to make sure I’m not about to be jumped. Hawk is waiting for me, Shawn at his side.
“Are the two of you fuck buddies or something?” I tease.
“You’re dead, motherfucker!” Shawn hisses, and I notice claw marks on his cheeks.
“Guess I know which one of you is the woman in the relationship. Hawk, I’m shocked.”
Shawn draws his gun and I quickly do the same, my finger on the trigger. Hawk pulls his gun, aiming it at me.
“Enough! I’m giving you one more chance to join me. We have Sergei’s daughter. We could get at least half a million for her, Widow.” Hawk suggests. “Just call your guy in Vegas, set everything up, and we’re back in business. We can run the club together!”
He doesn’t have a buyer yet. No one in their right mind would go against the Russians.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not contacting him? If Snake knew what you were doing, he would fucking kill you!”
As I yell at him, I pray Hammer is able to get here with Snake. If Snake doesn’t believe him, I’m screwed. Hawk has no doubt told Sergei that I’m the one responsible for his daughter’s kidnapping. If he can’t sell her, he’ll at least want the glory for bringing her back.
“My father won’t do shit! He’s weak and no longer fit to run the Devils. Once I take over, I’m rebuilding the Devils to our former glory. Whoever doesn’t like it can get voted out! We’re like fucking angels compared to who we used to be and I’m sick of this shit. We were the most feared MC in Grants Pass and Iron Forge. Making good money and expanding our territory until the Rebels meddled in our business. Don’t you want to get revenge on Torch and his family for what he did?”
My need for vengeance is what nearly got me voted out of the club. Damn, it’s what got me shot. I was blinded with hatred for Torch and his old lady. I would’ve done anything to send them both to their graves. Now, I just want the club to accept me and trust me the way they used to.
“At one time I did. Now, I realize that comes with a cost, Hawk, and you need to stand down or this won’t end well for you.”
If Snake doesn’t kill him, I will. If he destroys everything I’ve worked for, I’ll take his life without a second thought. The club is all I have and if I’m going to lose it, he’ll be a fucking goner.
“Is that a threat? What are you gonna do? Run and tell Snake? You’re more of a pussy than he is!”
I clench my fists at my sides, aching to shed some blood. Both of them deserve a slow and painful death.
“Shawn, why don’t you give your boss a call and tell him you found his daughter and we’re holding Widow until he gets 一”
“Make that call and you’ll be dead before it connects.”
Snake and Hammer emerge from behind the storage bins, guns drawn. I smirk at Hawk and Shawn, knowing we got them. I should’ve never doubted Snake.
“Widow, message Bane and tell him we have everything under control now.”
Snake holds Hawk and Shawn at gunpoint while Hammer takes their weapons. Bane and the rest of the club are already on their way.
“Did you honestly think I would let you get away with this, Hawk?” Snake questions.
The rest of the guys arrive and Sergei enters with them. Shawn cowers, clearly terrified of the man. He should be more terrified of me. He’s a fucking worm.
“Remove your kutte, Hawk.”
Hawk tries to argue, plead with Snake. It’s this or death. We gather around Hawk, stripping him of his patches. Shawn attempts to run, but I’m not done with him yet. I train my gun on him, ordering him back.
We each take turns with Hawk, striking him for betraying the club. I can’t imagine what Snake is going through, seeing this happen to his son, but Templar is here now and he’ll help Snake get through this. The blows aren’t Hawk’s only punishment. We all have the club’s logo tattooed on our backs. When you’re voted out, exiled, you lose all connection to the club, including the tattoo. For a while, I wondered how it would feel to have it removed. Felt like that’s where I was heading.
Sergei revels in Hawk’s pain as his tattoo is burned from his flesh. He’s a sadistic motherfucker. His daughter may have wound up better off without him. Hawk is a mess, his screams of pain filling the warehouse. With a smile, Sergei calls for Shawn.
“No.” I intervene. “I’ll take care of him.”
He was doing everything in his power to set me up. Following right along with Hawk’s plan. I don’t doubt that Sergei would do justice in torturing him. I simply want the pleasure. It’s been awhile since I’ve shed another man’s blood.
Sergei lets me take Shawn, a sadistic smile on his face. Shawn tries to resist but to no avail.
“Not talking so big now, are you? Damn, this is going to be fun.”
Shawn laughs. “Not as much fun as I had with Cleo.”
I stop dead in my tracks, grabbing the front of his shirt and getting in his face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“She’s a fucking wild one, isn’t she?”
Shit. I shove him toward Sergei. “I’ll be back for him. Keep him alive. That fucker is mine.”