CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
-:- TwoCents -:-
After being called to Axel’s office this morning, I’m standing with my back to the window and waiting for Wings and Drag to arrive. It’s an official officers meeting, but not in church, as is often the place Axel would call an officer only meeting.
Tapping his fingers on his desk I can see Axel getting a little worked up with the delay, and I’m holding back the smirk because if those two fuckers take much longer they are going to get their asses reamed.
Specs is tapping on the keyboard of his laptop, PT is leaning back in his seat, arms folded over his chest, and eyes closed. Buzz, BS, Stitch, and Beer are all waiting quietly, as am I, but Axel is getting more worked up by the minute.
Jumping from his seat, Axel walks to the door, well, stomps to the door more like, and bellows. “WINGS, DRAG, YOU’VE TWO MINUTES TO GET IN THIS OFFICE OR YOU’RE GONNA BE IN THE FUCKIN’ YARD FOR A BEAT DOWN…”
Now the whole clubhouse seems to go silent with an air of impending doom, I imagine. Because Axel may not be the largest of us, but he sure can be the toughest. He trains four times a week alongside Wings, Target, Buzz, Drag and BS and I’ve seen him take each of them down with ease. Fuck knows what he can do when he’s spitting mad!
Taking his seat once more, we all hear heavy footfalls and I place my hand over my mouth when Drag and Wings rush into the office, closing the door before taking their seats.
“If either of you are ever late like this again, I’ll reconsider you being officers,” Axel snaps, and we all side-eye each other because not one of us expected that response.
“Sorry, Pres, it’ll not happen again,” Drag states firmly, and Wings is nodding his head in agreement.
“Okay, Target has found out where this freaking asshole is hiding in town. Tonight, as soon as it’s dark, we are going to grab the bitch. He’ll squeal when I’m done with him,” giving his feral grin. “I’ve contacted Nell, and told her she has to have everything ready for a visitor and she’s not to feed the gators.”
The next hour we discuss how we are going to surround the house, get in, get the asshole and get out with no near neighbors hearing anything. Stitch has his medical bag ready he states, and we all know that means he will have the good stuff ready to give the asshole.
I settle Pais with the other Ol’ Ladies in the common room, then speak to Knuckles, who is the designated brother to watch over the clubhouse. Mav and Colton are on door duty at Club Whisky and watching over the place because Silver is with Eden and Harrison, and he’s showing no sign of coming out of their room.
Ruger, Sting, Brag, Dice, Fox, Krylon and Fist are all sitting around the common room, on alert and ready to be called out if required. Fox is watching Carrie all the time, even though they have been together for quite some time. He’s as enamored now as he was when they first got together. All the brothers with Ol’ Ladies are protective and possessive. It used to be amusing, until I became one of them, that is.
“Let’s go,” Axel states as he walks past me out the front door. We are all dressed in black and have balaclavas at the ready. It”s crucial that no one discovers our true identities if they happen to witness anything.
Behind the house the asshole is staying in, I watch Stitch take out a syringe and hold it up so Axel can see he’s ready, then grin. The fucker will be out for the count before he knows what’s hit him.
Climbing quietly over the back fencing, Drag, Buzz and Axel in front, we make our way to the back of the house. A dog is barking a few streets over and it somehow gives the feel everything is as it should be.
Wings is waiting in the van. We left him with the engine running and ready to get away from here as soon as we have this asshole hogtied inside. He whined like a bitch that he wanted in on the action, but one filthy look from Axel shut his mouth fast, much to everyone’s amusement.
BS has one ear to the back door and is listening, but has one fisted hand up to stop us from moving any closer. When he’s satisfied he gives flicks with his fingers to move forward and Buzz, along with Stitch, are the first to quietly open and enter the back door.
The asshole is so confident he won’t be found that he didn’t even bother locking the door, but it’s to our advantage, so none of us are going to complain.
We tiptoe through the kitchen, and I’m directly behind Axel who I can tell wants to be in the lead, but he can’t as he hasn’t got the syringe, so that’s up to Stitch.
Dining room, living room, nobody. Fuck it. I hope the asshole is here. I cringe as a step on the stairs groans with Buzz’s weight. We all freeze and wait, listening for any movement. Buzz, Stitch, Axel and I are frozen on the staircase, waiting. Everyone else apart from Wings in the van is scattered around the downstairs of the house, watching for anyone coming near.
Hearing a loud snore I don’t bother holding back the grin. Yeah, this asshole is confident he’s well hidden and is not going to get caught. Wrong fucker, you are done.
We four quickly make our way to the bedroom where this idiot is sleeping. Looking through the door, I watch as Stitch nears the asshole, who is lying flat on his back, forearm over his eyes, mouth wide open and snoring with not a care in the world.
Axel dashes forward, grabs the syringe from Stitch and slams it into the fucker”s thigh. Buzz slaps his hand over the idiot”s mouth to stop any noise from escaping, and Stitch shakes his head, “Did you really have to, Pres?”
“Yeah, he was a sitting duck, and I just felt like it.” Axel grins and Buzz chuckles. The idiot is now out of it, and we all step back for a moment, waiting to see if he’s really out of it or not.
Stitch is satisfied the idiot is out cold, and Buzz picks him up, throwing him over his shoulder. “Fucker stinks. He’s not washed in quite some time. How do people do that?” Buzz scowls with a disgusted look on his face.
We all quietly and carefully make our way to the van, where Buzz throws the asshole inside, hogties him, and we pile in, leaving as easily as we came. Thankfully, not a soul heard or saw a thing, so we can count ourselves clear.
Arriving at Nell’s, we pull into the back of her property and Graham closes the large gate behind us. Entering the building, we park the van and I run to the house, ready to enter through the back door while everyone gets the idiot out of the van and down to the cells.
“Nell, you around?” I ask as I open the back door.
“Yeah, I’m here.
Twenty minutes later I’m standing watching Axel speak to Nell while both are giving the idiot a close look over. Tank steps into the cell and speaks to Nell quietly. Now, I’m not sure what he said, but Nell turns to Axel and says in a loud, clear voice.
“This isn’t Irvin. This is a paid for hire called Alan Adams. Not the highest paid of paid hire, but he has a seventy percent strike rate. I suggest you find out what you need and we get rid of him before he stinks up my cells.” Nell is scrunching her nose in disgust, and I have to admit the stench from the asshole is fairly ripe when you are in a confined space.
Stitch jabs the fucker with another syringe and it’s only a couple of minutes before he’s woken from the first dose of shit he was given. Axel is rubbing one fist in the palm of his other hand, and I can’t help but grin because it seems our Pres is in one of his moods. Me, I’m letting it happen. Pais may be the reason we are all here, but I don’t mind my President taking out his frustration on this asshole.
“Why don’t you come upstairs, we’ll have a coffee and one of Nell’s cookies. She was baking all day,” Graham suggests, and Richie gives a toothy grin before walking away from the cells, with me and my brothers behind him. We only leave Axel, Buzz and Drag with Nell and Tank in the cell with the idiot.
Two hours later, my stomach is bulging with the cookies and coffee I’ve consumed. Wings is pacing the kitchen and everyone else apart from Axel, Buzz and Drag who are still downstairs has had Dice come over with an SUV to take them back to the clubhouse.
“You know he’ll be done by the time they’ve finished,” Graham says.
“Yeah, but it”s all good. I was going to beat the fucker to a pulp, but Pres looked like he was itching to do it, so hey, I was okay with that.”
“I have to admit, he did look rather feral tonight.” Before saying more, Graham’s phone vibrates where he’d left it on the table in front of him. I hear him say a few yeah, yeah, before he closes out the call, looking up at me. “Does the name Augustus Brant mean anything to you?”
I think for a moment but have to shake my head. “No, never heard of him.”
“Well, he’s the one that bought your wife. He’s an American now living in Canada. He’s going to be advised to come and pick up his purchase,” Graham grins, and Richie chuckles.
“I’m gonna kill the fucker,” I spit between gritted teeth.
“Oh, no, I don’t think you will because according to Nell he’s one of the mafia and Vincenzo Vitale will want to deal with him. The dealings won’t be good either when he finds out. Also, that Nell has the fucker won’t sit right with Vitale, either.” Graham throws his head back, laughing. “This is going to be so much fun. But we still have to find this Charles Irvin asshole.”
“What? You mean Vitale won’t like Nell sorting out that trash downstairs?” I ask.
“Oh, he’ll not like that, and he’ll not like the fact she will have Augustus Brant here, either. He’s quite protective of Nell, but I’m not sure he’s not wasting his time. Nell likes her life, and she’s content.”
Richie nods. “Yeah, she is. It took a while after she decided to cut her father out of her life. But Graham coming and being part of her life was all she needed. Although he’s a fuckin’ asshole, Nell loves him.”
“Of course she loves me. I’m her brother, and now the only family she has apart from you and Tank. You two are like extra brothers and she treats you like it, too.” Graham smirks.
“We all thought you may get with Nell,” I say to Richie and he looks taken aback.
“No, neither myself nor Tank have ever seen Nell in a romantic light. We love her, don’t get me wrong, but we love her like a sister. No, I can’t even imagine sticking my dick in Nell.”
“No, you better not imagine it, Richie, or I’ll cut it off and feed it to Jaws.” Nell has appeared without any of us realizing, and the loud laugh from Axel clears up any misgiving that they hadn’t heard our conversation.
Tank steps around Nell and grabs a cookie. Honestly, I don’t know where he puts all the food he eats because he hasn’t got an inch of fat on him.
“I’ve spoken to Vitale. He is ready to come here the moment Augustus arrives to pick up his purchase. I couldn’t convince him to allow us the pleasure of killing the scum, but at least he’ll be taken out.”
Richie gives Tank a nod and smirk before turning to look at Nell. “You know Vitale is going to want to torture the fucker, then feed him to the gators.”
“Of course he is. Then he’s going to pester me for a date for this damn dinner he wants.” Nell gives me a foul look and I give her a look that I hope says I’m sorry.
“Come on, it’s time we were gone. Thanks for the help, Nell,” Axel says, kissing her forehead before turning and walking out of the kitchen toward the front door.
“Nell, I hope you know what this means to me, and I’m sorry it has you on Vincenzo’s radar.”
Nell gives me a serious look before speaking. “TwoCents, she is your wife. I wouldn’t ever allow this sort of thing to happen if I could stop it. It’s trafficking whichever way you look at it. I’m not sure the Senator is the bad guy in all this, but I’m watching as my gut is telling me something isn’t quite what it seems. I may get some answers out of the asshole downstairs before we put his light out.”
Giving Nell a hug, a nod to Graham, Richie and Tank, I follow Axel and my brothers to the van and back to the clubhouse. That will mean sitting Pais down and telling her what had transpired.