Chapter 20
TWENTY
HUNTER
We parked some distance from The Bird - Glock, Gunner and I.
“His bike is out there,” Glock pointed it out, and I followed his finger to where Scar’s shitty fucking bike was parked. We all had been trained early on in identifying bikes from rival clubs so that we could always be on the alert, and Scar’s was distinct, because of how poorly maintained it was.
“Good. I wasn’t sure he would be here. Kylie had gone to his house,” I said, keeping a keen eye on the door of the bar. We could hear loud music playing inside and drunk voices soaring in the air.
“He must have stumbled over to the bar right after,” Glock said, and Gunner grunted a response.
“We should wait out here. He’ll stumble back out at some point, and let’s hope he’s alone,” Gunner added, and we stood there in silence, still a little distance away, using the light of the streetlamp as guidance. Other than the noises coming from the bar, it was quiet here.
“So…Kylie?” Glock began by saying, and I grunted, hoping that he would stop talking now. Gunner was not interfering; he kept his eyes on the door.
“Yeah, what about her?” I said, feeling for the gun I had stuffed in my belt. I could sense Glock smiling even without looking at him.
“Big jugs?” he asked, and I turned to him and squared my shoulders. Glock laughed then thumped my shoulder.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to turn into another Gunner here,” he continued, and I rolled my eyes at him. Gunner and I exchanged looks, but I saw that he was grinning, almost a “welcome to the club” grin.
“I just met her,” I offered, aware that Glock wouldn’t shut up unless I gave him something.
“The question remains…does she have big knockers?” Glock said, and I clenched my jaw at him. He was laughing by himself, but I didn’t find it funny. Now I could see why Gunner never joined in with the guys discussing Brooklyn.
“Keep her out of this. She doesn’t concern you,” I snapped at Glock, annoyed with myself that I had even asked him to come here.
I should have asked him to stand guard at my door instead of Tank.
Glock slapped my shoulder again and pressed his hand to his belly, just like Carter had done. He was a man-child.
“You’re more than just banging her, man. You have the feels,” he said in a shrill voice and whistled. I grabbed Glock by his collar and yanked him close to my face, but Gunner patted my shoulder.
“Break it up, guys. And Hunter, just don’t let it get to you. That’s the only way I deal with it,” he said, passing a stern stare at Glock, who was still grinning.
We heard the door of the bar squeak open, and just like Gunner had predicted, we saw Scar’s silhouette stumbling out of the bar in front of us. He was humming a tune badly as he made his way swinging down the steps of the bar’s porch. Thankfully he was alone.
I charged towards him, not turning to see if Gunner or Glock were following me, too.
Scar was doubled over now as I approached him, and just as he sensed that someone was coming for him, I grabbed him by his collar and began pulling him away from the bar.
I reached into his leather jacket and swiftly grabbed his gun before he even had a chance to reach for it.
Scar was struggling, and even though he was a big man, the alcohol had affected his strength, his struggles futile. Besides, something animalistic had taken ahold of me. Once I saw him, knowing now what he had done to Kylie, there was no stopping me.
Scar was roaring, and Gunner and Glock were following me as I dragged him in the dark behind the bar. His voice was drowned out by the loud sounds from inside, so none of his fucking friends could hear him.
When I let him go, he stumbled away from me, but he was cornered in the alleyway.
Glock and Gunner were standing by my side, blocking all his escape routes.
He was hissing and snarling like a caged animal, his nostrils flared, and even in the darkness of the alleyway, I could see that his eyes were bloodshot.
The more I looked at him, the more furious I was that he had dared to ever touch Kylie, that he was Carter’s dad!
“Fuck off, you fucking Bad Disciple bastards!” he hollered, and I stepped towards him, my boots crunching the gravel underneath my shoes. I had my hands clasped together in front of me, and I was glaring at him from head to toe. What had Kylie ever seen in this loser?
“You lay another hand on Kylie or Carter, and you’ll be lying dead in a ditch somewhere,” I said in as low a growl as I could manage.
For a moment, there was confusion in Scar’s eyes as he stared at me, trying to figure out what I was saying.
He was completely drunk out of his mind, so I wondered if we should have waited for him to get sober first. Then again, Scar was never sober. He lived his life in a drunken haze.
“You know Kylie? You banging her?” he asked in an almost comical tone.
“Stay away from her,” I snarled, and Scar threw his head back and laughed.
“Did she go running to her new boyfriend, complaining of a scratch?” he said, and I took a step forward and swung my fist. It had taken Scar by surprise, and his head jerked back, hitting against the cement wall behind him.
When he straightened himself, I saw blood rolling down from his nose, but the crazy motherfucker was still smiling.
“Did you put a band-aid on her booboo? Did she cry on your shoulder? Did she say she wants to sit down and talk about it?” he said in a childish whining voice.
“You split her lip open, you motherfucker!” I barked, and I punched him again. This time, too, Scar wasn’t prepared. He staggered backwards, grunting as my knuckle hit his nose. He sniffed deeply, the bottom half of his face covered with blood.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he yelled, and I grabbed his collar with both hands, yanking him to me again.
“You punched her in the jaw. You punched a woman!” I was hissing into his face while he looked back at me with lazy dim eyes. I noticed then where Carter got his eyes and hair from, and I twisted my hold on his collar, forming a noose around the asshole’s neck.
“She deserved every blow, and I’ll punch her again.
She has my son!” he yelled, and I socked him again.
This time I got his eye, and he whelped.
I heard Glock clear his throat behind me.
He was trying to warn me to not take it too far, but I didn’t care.
At this point I didn’t care if this fucking started a war between our Clubs.
I was going to make sure that this guy never came anywhere close to Kylie again.
“Stay away from her and her son. You don’t deserve that kid, you fucking piece of shit!
” I growled and socked his other eye. Scar’s head banged off the wall again, and this time his whelp was more painful.
I could sense that I was getting close to breaking him.
He had blood pouring down his nose, his lips, from the cuts around his eyes, and I punched him again then released my grip on his shirt. Scar fell staggering to the ground.
“Fuck you, BD asshole,” I heard him mutter from the ground, and I kicked him. He whelped, his body jumping when my foot found his stomach. Glock was clearing his throat again.
“Say it one more time bastard,” I challenged him, my foot poised for his head now.
“Fuck…” he began to say, and I kicked him in his ribs. Scar fell on his side, his head bouncing off the concrete ground, and he curled himself in a ball. His face wasn’t even recognizable anymore.
“Say. It. Again,” I said in a softer, calmer voice. This was the only way I could get all the rage out of my system. It had to be this way.
Scar had his eyes pressed closed now; he was clutching his stomach tightly, and I wondered if he was going to throw up. I pulled my leg back and was about to kick him in the face when he spoke up.
“Okay. Okay. I won’t do it,” he held his hands up.
I crouched down to the ground to his level and brought my face close to his. I could smell the blood off his body. This guy wasn’t going to be able to walk for weeks.
“You won’t do what?” I said, and he spluttered, blood gushing down his mouth.
“I…I won’t touch her,” he managed to say, and I caught hold of his oily disgusting hair, which was in a ponytail, and yanked his head towards me again. He yelped in fright and pain.
“Or Carter. You will stay away from them or you’re dead.
I feel generous tonight. Feel like giving you lousy son-of-a-bitch a second chance,” I growled, and Scar was already whimpering.
I wished Kylie could see him like this right now.
She would know then that this guy would never be able to hurt her, that I had taken care of it.
“Yes, yes. I’ll stay away from them. I won’t go near them,” he had his hands held up, palms facing forward in defeat. I thought I even heard some bones crackling every time he moved.
“Good,” I said and straightened myself up then kicked him again just because I could.
“Let’s get outta here, Hunter,” I heard Gunner say behind me, and I turned to my brothers and smiled.
“See? I was well behaved,” I said, and we walked away.
We could hear Scar howling, calling for help, but I knew it wouldn’t be for several hours before someone actually found him.
The Dragon Knights were too drunk to notice or hear him, and maybe even if they found him they wouldn’t care.
Scar was a useless piece of shit, and everyone knew that.
Gunner, Glock and I walked towards our bikes and started putting our helmets on.
“Is it just me or do we keep pissing the Dragon Knights off?” Glock said with a laugh, and the three of us exchanged bemused looks.
“It’s coming, though. Their revenge is not going to be too far now,” Gunner said as he strapped on his helmet.
“We’ll be prepared,” I said as I swung my leg over my bike. With a nod of my head to both men, I sped off into the night to get back to Kylie and Carter.
As I rode I could hear the crunch of my boots on the gravel, the feel of Scar’s jaw on my knuckles, the sound of a cracking rib, his whelps of pain and pleading.
I had enjoyed every second of it. I had pictured Kylie’s split lip, her bruised jaw, the wild fear in her eyes, and it fueled me to keep punching, to make sure that he was reduced to the ground, that he couldn’t get up or walk.
I had made sure that I knocked the haze of alcohol right out of him.
He had been completely alert and aware of everything that was happening to him, and he was going to remember it for the rest of his life.
And I knew Scar was too much of a pussy to ever come near Kylie or Carter again.
No matter how much the Dragon Knights wanted to challenge me, Scar was going to disappear.
And if he didn’t, I’d be ready and waiting for him.