Hulk #2
“You wouldn’t have done it. People like you think anything you want is there for the taking. Besides, you know what it is. I’ve asked for it back more than once.”
My blood leaped. It had to be him. It was Capri’s rapist, and the item he’d asked for to be returned was her. I held on to my temper. We needed him to say it. No one wanted to torture and kill some delusional kid who thought we stole his car or whatever.
“When did you ask? What do you want back?” Dare asked.
“Don’t act dumb. You know what it is. You have no right to take what is mine and that I’ve claimed,” Erickson snapped.
“Man, this guy is loony tunes. We haven’t taken anything from anyone,” Mace muttered.
It was deliberate. All of us knew how to provoke someone into reacting and confessing.
It had been a little while since we’d done it, but you never forgot that skill.
Suddenly, Erikson reacted more. He kicked at the closest person, which happened to be me.
I evaded the blow to the shin and followed it up with a backhand to the same spot I punched.
His head snapped ninety degrees. A bright red print appeared almost instantly.
“Get me some zip ties or rope. We’re securing those legs,” I demanded.
Within moments, I was handed the extra-long industrial zip ties we preferred. Mace held his legs so he couldn’t fight or kick as I looped them around his ankles and the chair leg. When I was finished, I smirked at my captive.
“Now that’s out of the way, what did we take and refuse to return?” I asked.
“You know what! Capri! You have no fucking right to take her. She’s mine. I told her staying here would result in punishment. She’s mine. I claimed her.”
Confirmation of his identity filled me with satisfaction and rage. This motherfucker had signed his death warrant. He was going to meet his maker and then on to the eternal fires of hell.
“She’s not yours. She wants nothing to do with you, fucker. She knows a real man doesn’t hurt her. A real man who cares for Capri doesn’t take something from her without her consent. You drugged her, you sick fucking loser,” Guardian snarled.
Erickson’s eyes blazed with fury as he focused on Guardian. The other brothers and the twins moved closer, forming a layer closer to the raping piece of shit. When they did, the asshole’s furious expression was aimed at them, too.
“I know you. You’re one of those fucking bikers who dared to take Capri out on a date. She’s taken. You have no right to poach on another man’s possession. And it wasn’t rape. I only helped her to relax and enjoy the experience.”
A collective growl rumbled through the room.
It was Nitro who punched the fucker in the stomach, causing him to hunch.
Erickson couldn’t fold completely over or rub the spot with his hands secured the way they were.
Before he regained his breath, each of the others hit him all over his upper body and face.
The seven of them held nothing back. A second blow to his stomach caused him to throw up on the floor.
“Alright, we know we have the right one. Let’s move him, and we’ll be able to have all the fun we want. Take him to the cabin and let him stew for a while. We’ll get organized here and then pay him a more involved visit,” Agony recommended.
We usually didn’t interrogate or kill someone in the middle of the clubhouse.
We could take him to one of the storage buildings, but a better option was a cabin that was about ten miles from the compound.
It had a hidden trapdoor that led to cells and space beneath it.
A shell company owned the property. Someone would have to be very clever to dig and find that we were the owners.
Wire had hidden that shit deep. There were murmurs of agreement.
“Why don’t we have Leon and the twins take him there? Leon, make sure those two don’t go at him without us. Stay there until we come. It won’t be too long. But if we’re not going to work, we have to make sure it’s covered,” Dare reminded us.
Since it was a couple of days before Christmas, most of the club’s businesses were shut down to give everyone a lovely holiday.
It was a five-day weekend. Today was Thursday.
Talk about perfect timing. For those we couldn’t give all five days, we would give them Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
The only one we couldn’t close was the truck stop.
Staff there received double time during holidays and a bonus for working the actual holidays when others were off or closed.
The bar and strip club fell into the two-day category.
We’d tried to do it longer before, but the customers bitched too much.
Some staff volunteered to work extra hours for extra pay; they relied on it.
It took less than five minutes to have a vehicle brought to the clubhouse door, and Erickson shoved into the back of it. Before they left, Soren cleaned up the vomit. They took off as soon as we gave them the go-ahead. We didn’t disperse, though.
“I know every one of us wants to go and not only watch Hulk at play, but to have a hand in it. However, you know we can’t leave this place without some protection for the women and children.
No, I don’t believe that bastard has friends we have to worry about.
But we know that enemies can crop up at unexpected times.
I’m asking for volunteers to stay. I want the prospects to stay there.
The ones of you who have been seen with Capri for sure need to be there.
It agitates him. And Leon caught the fucker.
I say four is enough to remain here. Anyone willing to forgo the fun?
I’ll stay behind if necessary.” Pres stated.
We all knew the President and VP would hate to miss it, but they wouldn’t place themselves above the rest of us. I was a must, and so was Bones, as our medic. It was Mace who spoke first.
“I’ll stay, and Capri and Celeste can come spend time with Jessamy and Avenly.”
Right behind him, Twisted and Knight said they’d do it.
Needing one more, Pope stepped up. After thanking them, Agony announced we’d head over to the cabin at eight.
That was less than five hours away. With the plan made, we dispersed to go to bed again.
For some of us, we’d get up early enough to tell those we managed not to expect us in.