CHAPTER EIGHT
Four days later
– FALCON –
The sight of the man strapped to the chair doesn’t trigger an inch of emotion inside me. I’m as cool as ever. Remembering how four days ago I heard Kenz cry? It still tightens my chest and it feels as if my frozen heart is being ripped straight from my rib cage and thrown into a blazing furnace.
I couldn’t go into my own room. What the fuck could I do if I did? I can’t even talk like a normal person. No wonder she’s accepting the deal I offered. Her own family only believed her words about the deal because there wouldn’t be a reality where she would be with a biker in any other way.
Anger and frustration hit me. Due to my own lacking communication skills, and the woman who triggers havoc inside me.
Then there’s this asshole I’m currently torturing.
I hit the screen of my plastic covered phone to make a monotone voice repeat the question, “Where is he?”
Grabbing a fistful of hair from the fucker in front of me, I twist hard and force his head back as I jerk my chin up.
“Fuck you,” he garbles in his own blood, hissing the words due to the missing teeth I knocked out.
I give the fucker a sinister grin, liking this answer a bit too much instead of the information I really want. I reach for the knife with the jagged edge to hold the tip near his eye. I can see the glint of fear under his stare.
He knew he fucked up when I saw him this morning behind Kenz’s building. Jumping into a run didn’t help him get away ’cause I was much faster. Thank fuck it was still dark when Kenz arrived, and she didn’t notice me taking out this asshole.
Once I had him tied up and hidden behind her car, I called my brother to help get this asshole to the clubhouse. Thorsten came, along with Macsen, the VP. Macsen is still in Kenz’s shop keeping an eye on her and will ride my bike back to the clubhouse once she’s finished with work.
Kenz. Just thinking about my old lady makes the jagged knife split this fucker’s cheek wide open. I throw the knife at the wooden panel near the door where it stays as I pinch the ripped skin of this asshole’s face and tear it open with my fingers.
His screams soothe some of the turbulent emotions inside me. I need to torture someone as an outlet for the restlessness I’ve been feeling for the past couple of days. The tarnished memory of what happened four days ago is still pissing me off.
Stepping back, I throw a piece of skin on the floor and wipe my hand clean on my jeans. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck from left to right in an effort to clear my mind. This torture session will end fast if I don’t.
Frustrating for sure, but I do need some information from this fucker. Till now we haven’t been able to find out how many cartel members are still active. Most importantly, we don’t know who this so-called son Artemio Feliza mentioned is, when he threatened to take Kenz.
The night we took out Artemio, along with the cartel’s assassin, and two of his bodyguards, someone set fire to the warehouse and almost burned us alive. Which clearly indicates there are a handful of fuckers still out there coming for us because we took out their boss.
I killed the one who tried to put a bullet in Kenz, and I caught this one this morning. Why the hell they keep targeting Kenz is beyond me. The thought makes me turn to my phone to type another question in the app that turns text into voice.
“Why the woman?” the monotone voice states and I glare at the man’s bloody face.
The fucker coughs and lifts his head my way. “Your fault.”
My fault? I frown while the fucker laughs. Well, he tries to with the pain he’s enduring.
“First your woman will die, then you, and the rest of those biker idiots.” His smile is missing some teeth and saliva with blood is dripping down his chin.
Unimpressed by his statement, I type out a single word. “Why?”
The fucker spits out blood. “Eye for an eye, a loved one for a loved one. They die, you die, everyone dies.”
“Ah, you got him to talk,” my brother states as he stalks into the room. “The eye for an eye is for me I assume?”
Fuck, that’s right…Thorsten killed Artemio with a bullet between the eyes. So, why the fuck is it my fault?
I shake my head and point at my chest.
Thorsten frowns. “Why the fuck is he to blame? I’m the one who killed Artemio.”
The man tied to the chair curses and spits once more on the floor at my feet, fucking llama. “You will die just like your whore. First his whore will die, and then the moron who killed Silas. The order of everyone else’s death is irrelevant.”
Thorsten and I share a look. If Kenz is the target due to the eye for an eye, meaning I should suffer before they kill me? Then this is about Silas, with the order of everyone else being irrelevant.
I stalk to the wooden panel where the jagged knife is still lodged and pull it free. Walking back to the man in the chair, I fist his hair and place the knife at his throat. Letting my gaze hit Thorsten, I give him the slightest nod.
“All right, fucker, let’s speed things up.” Thorsten is wearing a pissed-off look. “Calling our old ladies whores will get you tortured, putting a hit on them will make you experience days of torture until we finally get bored enough to bring you to the brink of death, maybe revive you a few times…then we’ll chop you up until you stop breathing.”
In a swift move I cut off the tip of the fucker’s nose. His screams are a satisfying noise.
“Who the fuck is in charge?” Thorsten snarls and pulls back his fist to hit the asshole in the mutilated nose.
“Answer me, motherfucker, or there won’t be anything left to identify you.” Thorsten’s gaze hits mine. “Cut off his ears next. The holes in his head will be enough for him to hear my voice. Besides, it’s not like he gives me any answers, so he won’t need his fucking ears anyway.”
I place the cold steel flat against his head and put pressure on his ear. This is exactly what I did with my father. I did the torturing part while he demanded answers…Thorsten took his place. Though, the way my brother treats me is completely different.
Thorsten shoves a finger in the gaping hole of his nose. “Fucking tell me who put the hit on my brother’s old lady.”
The man howls in pain and grunts, “Amadeo Feliza and his girl, Renata Tadeo.”
Tadeo…the one I killed with a knife to the throat, after he shot Atteo, is Silas Tadeo. She must be his daughter while Amadeo is Artemio’s son. It makes perfect sense for those two to seek revenge.
Meaning I’m the one responsible for the hit on Kenz.
“Now tell me where they are staying,” Thorsten snarls, and I make sure to drag the knife over the fucker’s skin to motivate him.
His screams are now annoying me, and I need to lift my hand before I carve too deep and hit an artery. His sounds are incoherent.
Thorsten grabs him by the throat. “Use words, motherfucker.”
“House on Stonewall Road, it’s the white one. Doubt they are still there.”
My brother lets go of the fucker’s throat. He steps back and gives me a slight inclination with his head. We squeezed all the information out of this asshole we needed. Even if we signed a contract with the government to solve crime cases, Thorsten is still giving me the okay to kill this man.
Stepping around to his front, I pull my arm back and swing it forward with force. The knife hits him in the abdomen. I twist and pull back, repeating the move over and over until his guts are spilling out while the man’s head hangs unnaturally to the side, staring at nothing.
His death doesn’t do anything to me while the mere reminder of hearing Kenz sob still bugs the shit out of me. Frustration hits me full force once more and I swing the knife through the air to let it sink yet again in the wooden panel.
“We’ll get them, brother,” Thorsten states, mistaking my anger for the information we just gained.
All while I’m fucking pissed and frustrated about what’s happening between me and Kenz. Hunting people, killing them, these things are a twist of my hand. Making shit easy and getting what I want when it comes to me and Kenz? I don’t even know where or how to start fixing shit. Or if it’s even a possibility anymore.
I guess we’ll find out soon enough once I’ve killed both Amadeo Feliza and Renata Tadeo. Once they are dead, the death threat will be off Kenz’s back. Then it’ll be clear enough if she still returns to the clubhouse after she’s finished her workday…like she’s been doing for the past few days.
Though, for that to happen? I have to stop avoiding her.