Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
A Little of the Tooth
“ Y ou know you never really even brought anyone around the clubhouse, let alone inked them up,” Slade said.
Linc stood near the living room window, wearing black gloves, making sure nobody on the street saw what was happening in the house.
“What?” Linc asked.
“Nova?”
“Not your concern, brother.”
“Just has a vibe to it…”
“What does that mean? Vibe ? What? You think she has something on me? Something on the club?”
“Whoa, I never said that,” Slade said.
“Hey, are you two going to stand there and do nothing?” Priest called out.
He walked from the kitchen, dragging a man named Aaron Pekka by his right, bare foot. Aaron’s left foot wore a slipper. He also wore flannel pajama bottoms and a white, long-sleeved shirt. Wrapped tightly around his mouth to prevent him from screaming was a dish towel with butterflies and sunflowers on it. Blood dripped from the left corner of Aaron’s eye.
That was not exactly Priest’s fault though. Aaron thought he was going to be a hero, get a knife and kill the bastard biker who was there to ensure he testified on a case that would help out Chief Dick. Nothing but the normal give and take that kept the balance between law and outlaw in the town of Cielo.
Aaron Pekka kicked and thrashed but could not scream. He should have known something like this was going to happen. Defying the orders from Chief Dick. He had heard many rumblings about the motorcycle club. Hell, Aaron Pekka had lived in this town his entire life.
“Think he’s smart enough now?” Linc asked.
“Well, he did threaten to… run …” Slade said with a nod to Priest.
Priest grinned way too eagerly and in one swift move, he turned, picked up Aaron’s leg a little bit higher… one quick breath… Priest squatted down with all his strength and snapped Aaron’s leg in half like a skinny tree branch.
Aaron screamed through the towel wrapped around his face. Slade grabbed for his stomach.
“What a sound that made,” Linc said.
Priest dropped Aaron’s broken leg to the floor and grabbed his other.
“That’s good,” Slade said. “Can’t have him too fucked up. This has to be believable.”
Priest hated that.
Linc stepped toward Aaron and crouched down. “I’m going to take that towel out of your mouth, buddy. You’re not going to scream. If you do, Priest will rip your cock off.”
Aaron nodded. He was crying. Linc loosened the towel. Aaron blubbered.
“Man, all you have to do is testify,” Slade said. “That’s it. Take care of the chief. Do your civic duty, right?”
“Yes,” Aaron managed to mutter. “Yes. I will. I swear. I… aaahhhh …”
“We’ll leave you with your phone,” Linc said. “You’re going to wait five minutes and then call your girlfriend to come get you. You tell her that you have no clue what happened but you tripped.”
“Smacked your face off the wall and then twisted your leg and heard an awful pop ,” Slade said.
“Hey,” Priest said to Linc and Slade. “Dick is going to want proof.”
“Ah, shit,” Slade said.
“Go for it,” Linc said.
Priest reached into his pocket and took out a pair of small pliers. He grabbed Aaron’s jaw and pinched tight. He stuck the pliers into Aaron’s mouth and two seconds later there was another loud pop followed by a squirt of blood. Priest now had one of Aaron’s teeth in his hand.
That left Aaron yelling in pain. Rightfully so. Mouth pain was awful.
“Might want to text your girlfriend instead,” Slade said.
“Let’s go,” Linc said.
They walked through the house, through the kitchen.
Priest grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and took a big bite.
“Apples are good for your teeth,” he said.
Slade started to laugh. “Tell that to Aaron back there on the floor.”
Once outside, Linc told them to head back to the clubhouse. He put his hand out for the tooth and Priest handed it over.
Linc had a quick stop to make.
Five minutes away Chief Dick Rundle waited for his soda refill so he could look at the massive tits on sweet Annie. She had blossomed over the last two years. Her freckled face was now full, like the rest of her body. Smart as hell too. Top of her class when she graduated three years ago and now she was sailing right through college. Working her way to become a pharmacist.
Chief Dick Rundle kept his thoughts to himself but he loved when Annie prescribed him an eyeful of tits. She was twenty-one. Old enough to buy her a drink or two.
Once the tit show came and went, Chief Dick Rundle finished his burger and fries. And his freshly poured soda. He then pulled himself from the booth and tossed a twenty onto the table, a very nice tip for sweet Annie. As far as paying the actual bill for his meal, that didn’t exist.
Chief Dick Rundle took a toothpick and walked out of the diner, still thinking about sweet Annie’s big ol’ milk bags. When he opened the door to his giant, fancy police SUV, he froze and all thoughts vanished.
There was a bloody tooth on the front seat of his vehicle. Chief Dick Rundle knew what that meant. He nodded. He smiled. Now he owed SOFRAW a favor.
And the wheel of perceived justice kept going round and round…