Chapter Twenty-one.
Sapphire
The call came directly to the office phone. We were all choosy about who we gave our cell numbers to, and even though we were on the hunt, nobody handed out personal information randomly.
“You got Sapphire,” I answered.
“Hear you’re looking for some gang members who attacked your people?” a nasally male voice replied.
“Yeah.”
“Lady, I know where they are.”
“Where?”
“There’s a ten-k reward and a marker?”
“Yup. If the info isn’t good, be warned you’ll be next on the list,” I stated, finally placing the voice. It was a snitch Blade sometimes used, which made me wonder why he’d not rung her. I got my answer a few moments later.
“I might have pissed off a member of yours. Blade’s after my head. Call her off.”
“Lazarus, right? I’m not going to interfere if you’ve got problems with Blade. That’s not my decision.”
“Then I won’t help,” he snapped.
“Fine. We’ll hunt you down.”
Silence met my words, and I wondered if he’d hung up.
“Ask Blade not to kill me. I’ll take a beating, but don’t kill me. Just found out I’m gonna have a kid. Sapphire, I’m leaving life, turning shit around.”
“An admirable wish. Ring back in ten minutes.”
I cut the line and phoned Blade, explaining the situation.
“Lazarus thinks I’m going to kill him?” Blade chuckled amused.
“Yeah. What the hell did he do?”
“Laz gave bad info and nearly got my ass busted. A beatdown was planned but not burying him.”
“Seems we aren’t losing anything then other than the ten-k,” I replied.
“Give Lazarus double if the information pans out. The woman he’s shacking up with is a decent sort. Twenty thousand will help them move on. Rumour is she’s planning to leave the state, but I don’t know where. They’re both keeping shit quiet. I’ll pay the extra ten,” Blade said.
“Other than the slip-up, Lazarus is a good snitch?”
“Are they ever good? Lazarus is a shame to lose because apart from that one fuck-up he’s been damn reliable,” Blade responded.
“No probs. Man’s got a kid coming. I’ll give him a farewell package.”
“Okay, Pres, but Lazarus doesn’t get it until I get my pound of flesh. I’ll ride for the club now,” Blade said.
“No probs, see you soon.”
Less than five minutes later, Lazarus called back.
After swearing Blade wouldn’t kill him but would beat his ass black and blue, he gave up the address.
I told Lazarus to contact Blade; she’d dish out a beating but would also pay him.
I didn’t mention the extra money, because hey, it would be a balm to his broken and bruised ass.
Ready to act, I sent an alert out to Vengeance, Storm, Heart, Dagger, Maid, Poker, Nun, and Stitch.
It was obvious why I’d picked them. Storm could tell if they lied.
Dagger, Nun, Blade all enjoyed torturing people.
Heart could cause immense pain without even cutting them.
Poker had the right to be there as it was her they attacked, and Stitch could keep them alive while we got the information we wanted. These fuckers were going to pay.
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“Any idea what this is?” Poker asked, holding up an item.
The gangbanger Poker was pounding on stared back with blackening eyes.
“Fuck you,” he slurred. Poker grinned and smashed him across the knees with an iron poker. She had a customised one, a poker with sharp little spikes adorning it. A nasty surprise for those on the receiving end.
“This is a Pepper X. So hot it can cause agonising burning. Note how I’m using gloves to hold it.
Pepper X has an extremely high capsaicin concentration, which causes pain receptors in the skin to suffer intense heat and severe pain.
Let me show you.” Poker smiled. Ouch, I just about hid a wince. This would make the fucker scream.
Poker picked up a knife and cut into it and sliced a piece off. She slammed it onto the guy’s chest and dragged it down. He screamed within seconds. Babble flowed as he begged Poker to remove it. When she did, his skin was red and swelling.
“Let’s try here,” Poker said. With an evil smirk, she placed a slice on an open wound and taped it into place.
Screams rebounded off the walls as his three friends watched in horror.
“Imagine this touching your eyes, mouth, cock, or asshole.”
Oh, that even made me pinch my butt cheeks together.
“I’ve heard of cases where people have touched their eyes and blinded themselves.”
I knew exactly where Poker was going.
“You put the boot in on Romeo when he was down,” Poker hissed. She stepped up to a guy who was trying to pull away and rubbed the pepper in his eyes. It didn’t take a second before he was screaming too.
“And you attacked me with a crowbar,” she snapped at the third. “Nun, bend him over.”
The guy begged and pleaded as Nun lashed him to the table and ripped his pants off. We all laughed at his pathetic cock as Nun pried his ass cheeks apart. None of us could help but wince as Poker picked up a small bottle of sauce.
Grinning maniacally, she crouched down in front of him. “What was it you said to me? Oh, you were going to ass-fuck me until I bled. Right?”
Poker moved around the back of him and inserted the narrow end of the bottle into his anus. She squeezed and grinned as throat-rending screams echoed around the room. He couldn’t speak, only scream. To add insult to injury, Poker shoved a thick slice in to ensure that the agony was prolonged.
With a wicked grin as she left three men screaming, Poker turned to confront the last. “Tell us everything or see this skewer? I’ll coat that in this sauce and then shove it into your cock. Answer my president’s questions.”
Although beaten black and blue, he nodded eagerly.
Guess he realised he wasn’t getting out alive but didn’t want to be tortured.
Idiot had no clue that, for what he’d done to my sister and Maverick and Romeo, he was going to experience a lot of pain.
I wanted to know where to send their bodies.
The Harlots were planning to deliver a strong message not to mess with us.
One that would put the fear of God into people.
I questioned the guy we’d identified as a leader. He had very few answers, and he didn’t recognise the names Ferrah Lynn or Feral Rhynn. Honestly, he was a waste of space and wasn’t high on the ladder.
“Kill them and make it hurt,” I ordered.
Nun grinned as she stepped forward. It was frightening how many sex toys she’d turned into torture devices. These guys would leave the planet, screaming and in sheer agony. I had the address of the leader they reported to. The message would be sent.
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Poker slit the throat of the third gang member and eyed the fourth. “Keep him alive.”
“What?” I demanded. It was the guy with the Pepper X up his ass. He was whimpering now, his voice broken through incessant screaming. Poker had topped the sauce up a few times.
“Need him to tell his friends what we did.”
“Oh boy, nice,” I replied.
“Yeah. Let them know what the club will do to defend our family,” Nun agreed. She kicked the guy in his butt, and he yelped weakly.
“Stitch, heal his throat and then we’ll send him home.”
“Sapphire, I’ll teleport the bodies with Blade and Belladonna,” Sparrow said. “Blade can hide us in her shadows, and Belladonna can transmit the images back.”
“Okay. We’ll do that,” I concurred. “Stitch, keep him alive long enough to tell his boss what happened and then end him.”
“Sure.”
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The images piled into our heads as we sat and watched.
Sparrow teleported them effortlessly to the street where the four member's boss lived.
Once Blade covered them in shadows, Sparrow shoved the three bodies and barely living man onto the porch of the house.
Moments later, a guy appeared with two men either side of him.
The gang leader stared at the corpses in disgust before quickly looking around.
The guy we left alive reached up, and the asshole jumped, startled, before crouching down.
A smirk crossed my face as we heard the victim telling the boss what we’d done.
He ended it with a final announcement: we were coming for them.
The leader sneered, but I simply laughed.
Cocky asshole. He’d soon learn a lesson.
“End him,” I ordered, and Stitch cut his life force. We opened our eyes, and moments later Sparrow, Belladonna, and Blade teleported back.
“Message sent,” Sparrow said.
Resolute, I nodded. The RHMC wasn’t to be messed with, and neither were we weak. Enemies would fall, and we’d stand strong. Let them come for us. They’d bring a storm down on them they didn’t expect. Because we’d raze the world to save our own. We were the Royal Harlots MC and family.