Chapter 7
Rafe
Over the years, I’d come across hundreds of beautiful women—thousands even.
I’d been attracted to more than a few, but after I’d fucked them a couple of times, whatever attraction was there would fade, and we’d part ways.
Maybe it was my fault. Maybe it was theirs.
I honestly didn’t care. I wasn’t invested enough to bother figuring it out.
Besides, it wasn’t like I was looking to settle down.
I had my brothers. I had my club. I didn’t need anything else, or so I thought. Now, I wasn’t so sure.
Marlowe had me so tangled up I didn’t know what to think.
Everything was different with her. Sure, she was a knockout.
Hell, I was physically attracted to her from the first time I laid eyes on her, but it was more that.
I actually wanted to get to know her, and that shit just didn’t happen—not with any woman.
I didn’t know what it was about Marlowe that had me so twisted up, but as I pulled away from her apartment, I found myself feeling disappointed our night together had come to an end.
It didn’t help matters that I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking good her mouth felt on mine.
Damn, I’d never felt anything so incredible.
I spent the entire night picturing all the wicked things I wanted to do to Marlowe.
Hell, I was still thinking about her the following morning but was quickly pulled from my thoughts when I got the call from Widow.
It was just after sunrise, so I knew something was up when he told me to get to the clubhouse.
I just had no idea what until I actually got there and found all the guys gathered outside one of Shotgun’s holding rooms. As I walked up to the one-way mirrored glass, I could see Shotgun standing over a bald guy wearing a white button-down shirt and khakis.
His hands were bound behind his back and sweat trickled down his brow, but he didn’t look worried.
Instead, he was glaring at Shotgun through his horn-rimmed glasses like he was superior—much like a professor might look at a defiant student.
A smile crossed my face as I looked over to Axel, the club’s VP, and asked, “Schommer?”
“The one and only.”
“Is it just me or does this guy seem—”
“Like an indignant prick with a corncob up his ass?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t seem rattled at all.”
“Not yet.” A knowing smirk crossed Axel’s face as he continued, “But he will be.”
The hallway fell silent when Viper stepped into view.
We all watched our president walk over to Schommer and cross his arms as he looked down at him with disgust. Viper’s voice was low and threatening as he said, “You have a very impressive bio, Dr. Schommer. Multiple degrees. You’ve taught all over the country.
Earned numerous awards. Makes me wonder why a man with so many profound attributes would find himself in this kind of situation. ”
“I guess we’re both perplexed, because I’m wondering how a man who covers his body in tattoos and leather has such an astute vocabulary.”
The words had barely left Schommer’s mouth when Viper reared back his fist and slammed it into the professor’s jaw. “How’s that for an astute vocabulary?”
“Hmmm.” Schommer groaned, then shook off the hit. “Now, that was much more expected. Using brawn instead of brains. Rather pathetic, if you ask me.”
“Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?”
“No, but I feel quite certain you’re going tell me.”
His pompous tone made me want to punch him in the face myself. I could only imagine how Viper was feeling even though he did his best to remain cool and collected. “The name’s Viper. I’m the president of the Ruthless Sinners.”
“The president? I guess that makes you the leader of this fine establishment.” His eyes skirted around the room as he asked, “So, Mr. President, are you going to tell me why you’ve brought me here?”
“We want intel on everything you know about a man named Scar and the business dealings you have with him.”
“I see. I guess this is the point where you’ll tell me what vile, vicious things you’re going do to me if I don’t tell you what you want to know.
” There was something about the way he said vile, vicious things that made my blood run cold.
It sounded like the sadistic fuck was almost excited by the idea of being tortured.
An eerie smirk crossed Schommer’s face as he said, “I’m sure you have many awful things in mind, but I’ll do us both a favor and save you your breath.
I don’t know anything about this man you call Scar or his business. ”
Viper motioned his hand over to Shotgun.
“You know about skillsets, don’t you, Dr. Schommer?
Well, my brother here has a particular skillset that has come in very handy over the years.
You see, he has a talent for making people talk.
It has come quite naturally to him and has been honed and refined over the years.
Needless to say, I feel certain once he’s done with you, you’ll tell us everything we want to know about Scar and more. ”
“I’ve already told you,” Schommer’s voice remained eerily steady as he continued, “I don’t know anything about him.”
“We have evidence that shows otherwise.” Viper reached into his back pocket and pulled out a slip of paper.
After he opened it, he held it in front of Schommer and said, “Like the thousands of dollars that have been moved in and out of your bank account. I don’t know many professors who bring in this kind of cash every month. ”
“How in the hell did you get into my account?”
Viper’s expression never altered as he looked down at the professor. “Clearly, we’re not as dumb as you thought. I’d suggest you remember that and start talking before you end up making things very difficult for yourself.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but I have nothing to say.”
“Suit yourself.”
Viper looked over to Shotgun and gave him a nod, letting him know it was time for him to take over.
Without saying another word, Viper walked out of the room and into the hall.
As he closed the door behind him, he shook his head and said, “Damn, Shotgun’s gonna have his hands full with this motherfucker. ”
“What’s the deal with this guy?” I kept my eyes trained on Schommer as I continued, “Is he a masochist or something?”
“I don’t know enough about that shit to even guess, but whatever it is, he isn’t firing on all cylinders.” Viper ran his hand down his beard and growled. “Asshole almost had a hard-on when he was talking about what we might do to him. What the fuck was that?”
“Definitely some kind of psychopath,” Axel grumbled.
“No doubt.”
Our attention was drawn to the mirrored glass again when Shotgun started to lay into Schommer.
It wasn’t a sight for the faint of heart.
Shotgun wasn’t a man who held back or even considered using restraint when he was working over one of our adversaries.
After almost an hour of throwing one punch after the next, he’d barely broken a sweat.
Schommer, on the other hand, looked like he’d been to hell and back.
His white button-down was soaked in blood, his nose and both his lips were busted all to hell and bleeding, but at the same time, there was a look in that motherfucker’s bruised and swollen eyes that said he could take more—much more.
This came as a surprise, especially considering the fact he was just some arrogant college professor who was half the size of Shotgun.
We all watched as our enforcer knelt down in front of Schommer and growled, “You can play it tough all you want, but eventually, you will tell us what you know. One way or another, I’ll get it out of you.”
“You think so?” he snickered. “Then, I guess we’ll just have to see how creative you can be.”
“That we will.”
Shotgun walked over and grabbed a small table from the corner of the room, then carried it back over to Schommer.
After placing it in front of him, Shotgun pulled out his hunting knife from his back pocket and used it to release one of his hands.
The professor didn’t so much as blink when Shotgun slammed his hand down on the table and placed the blade of his knife against the tip of his index finger. “How’s this for creative?”
Shotgun pressed the knife down against Schommer’s finger, slicing off more than half of it.
Other than a small grunt, there was little pain shown from the professor.
He didn’t even seem fazed by the fact blood was gushing from his hand.
Instead, he clinched his fucking thighs together like some horny schoolgirl trying to reach a climax.
The psycho was even more delusional than any of us had thought.
Irritated by his elated state, Shotgun took the blade of the knife and stabbed it into the top of Schommer’s hand, making it impossible for him to move.
This caused him to grimace, but only momentarily.
After seeing his response, Shotgun reared his fist back and plowed it into the professor’s jaw, knocking him out cold.
As soon as his head fell forward, Shotgun stormed out of the room and into the hall. “Is it just me, or is the guy getting off on this shit?”
“Looks that way,” Axel answered with disgust. “I’m afraid we’re gonna be in for a long night.”
“Fuck that. I’m done dealing with this bullshit.” Viper looked over to Menace and said, “Bring her in.”
“You got it.”
When Menace turned to leave, Axel asked, “What was that about?”
"Everyone feels pain—even this motherfucker. It’s just a matter of finding the right source of pain to inflict.”
Moments later, Menace stepped back into the hallway with a young woman at his side.
Her eyes were blindfolded and her hands were bound behind her back as he guided her over to Viper.
It was clear the girl was freaking out when she started to cry, “What do you want from me?
Why am I here? Please ... tell me something.