Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
MALICE
The last thing I want to be doing at the crack of fuckin’ dawn is going to the shed to deal with Bambi. Unfortunately, with her stepbrother showing up at the gates to the club, having the balls to demand to speak to the bitch, forced it.
We want fuckin’ answers and to get them, I’ll force them out of both of them. Several members of the Franklin charter showed up late last night. Along with them, not only did Ally come, but Hades’ ol’ lady came with them as well.
Fuck me. Normally I’d be pissed they’d bring women with them to deal with shit here, but I get it now. They want their ol’ ladies close at all times.
And who can blame them after what both women went through? I’d stood in the barn-like building my brothers called the shed up at their charter and watched Ally flip on a woman who’d caused her pain and those around her.
Walking into the shed out back, I get chin lifts from all of the brothers from the Franklin charter as they stand with my brothers from here. All of them stand with their arms crossed over their chest.
“He talk yet?” I ask.
“No,” Hammer growls, bending his neck from side to side, it makes a loud popping noise. “I say we let Ally do her thing with Bambi. Let Mario here watch and see if he caves.”
“Sounds good, but give me a chance at him,” I say, getting a nod right away from Hammer.
“Have at it, VP,” he states, motioning me to the man who’s hanging off to the side with his arms and legs stretched to the sides due to the chains holding him suspended in the air like a sacrifice to the Gods.
I’m not a man who believes in there being one particular person, but I do think there’s some sort of higher power. Either way, I find him being like this amusing and entertaining.
I make my way over to him, casting a sneer in Bambi’s direction as she stares in horror at her stepbrother. I notice Ally’s not far from Bambi as she stands with her ol’ man’s arm around her.
Focusing my attention on the asshole who thought he could waltz right onto the club’s property. I take him in, finding him to be pathetic. Didn’t matter if he was a bulky size or not. “Do you know who I am?” I demand.
“Yeah, I know who you are, dickhead,” Mario smarts off.
Grinning maliciously, I tilt my head to look to Hammer, getting the nod of approval before he speaks.
“Ally, sweetheart, why don’t you go check on your son for a little while.
We’ll call you in here if we need you,” he suggests, getting a nod from his niece in return as she places her hand on her stomach, and I notice she’s got a small bump in front of her.
“Sure, Uncle Hammer. The smell in here is getting to me anyway,” she says, casting an evil eye on Bambi. “I suggest you start talking to them because if I come back in here, not only will I throw up on you due to the stench, but I’ll also make you suffer every last minute until your last breath.”
Several brothers chuckle as Burner pulls his ol’ lady into his arms and gives her a kiss. “Go rest, Firefly,” he mutters to his ol’ lady.
Without another word, the woman leaves on silent feet. If I hadn’t watched her leave, I wouldn’t have thought she’d actually done it.
“Alright, Malice have at it,” Hammer remarks.
Nodding, I turn my attention back to the man hanging in front of me. “If you actually knew who the fuck I was, you wouldn’t have called me a dickhead,” I say, my voice filled with malice as I flash a hand up to wrap it around his throat and squeeze.
Mario’s eyes widen as his face starts to turn red from the lack of oxygen flowing to his brain. “You know a person can die with just the slightest pressure to their throat,” I state informatively. “Too bad you’re not gonna die just yet.”
“Stop,” Bambi screams from across the room.
“Shut the fuck up,” Dagger snaps.
Releasing Mario’s throat, he coughs, gasping for air.
I grasp the handle of my hunting knife and toss it in the air a few times, feeling the weight of the metal in my hands.
Giving Mario a wicked grin, I look over my shoulder to his sister.
“You wanna tell us why you tried to kill my kids?” I ask, lifting the blade up to Mario’s chest and slice through his shirt, cutting into his flesh as I do so, causing the man to scream like a fuckin’ girl.
“Stop. Stop. Stop,” Bambi cries.
“No,” I state and lift the blade to slice along Mario’s arm. “How about you, asshole? You wanna tell me why your cunt of a sister tried to kill my kids?”
“Fuck you,” he grinds out.
“No thanks. I have an ol’ lady who I can sink my cock into,” I quip.
“That bitch is nothing just like those bastards,” Bambi screeches, causing my blood to freeze in my veins further.
“You wanna repeat that,” I snarl, pressing the blade deeper into Mario’s flesh. The pussy cries out in pain.
“You were supposed to be mine,” she snaps, tears falling over her cheeks. “You weren’t supposed to have kids with her. You were supposed to have me. I was to carry your child. Me. Not that stupid, little, fat bitch.”
This bitch is gonna fuckin’ die for that shit.
“What do you mean it was supposed to be you?” Hammer demands.
“Keep your fuckin’ mouth shut, Bambi,” Mario yells, earning himself another slash from my knife.
“I’d suggest you start talking before my brother here is sent to get my sister,” Hades sneers, stepping forward, “You think what she said was simply a threat, it wasn’t. She’ll gut you and leave your entrails for the animals to devour.”
Gunner moves and gets in Bambi’s face. “Better yet, you don’t talk.
I’ll make sure you get a far worse treatment than death.
Not even those in Tartarus would recognize you as I skin you alive like a buck hanging from a grappling hook.
Where my brothers would have mercy and let a woman take you out, I won’t.
You may have tits and a cunt, but that’s all appearance.
You’re nothing but a fuckin’ psycho bitch that needs to be put down before you give us rabies. ”
Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother look this pissed.
Bambi’s face pales and Mario continues to yell at her through the pain. I turn my focus back to him and grin. “How about I do the same to you?” I ask while sinking my knife into his thigh. Mario screams out in agonizing pain as I twist the knife into him.
Releasing the handle of the blade, a thought coming to me.
Moving around him, Mario starts talking.
He tells us about my uncle and the debt they owe him.
How my uncle wanted Bambi to kill my kids, get pregnant with my child, and then find a way to get rid of me.
Mario continued speaking as I pick up the torch and turn it on.
Evidently, my mother had cancer and, with that, has had a change in heart with the way she is.
My father won’t put her down like my uncle wants him to.
“Is that all you have to tell me?” I demand, running the flame along Mario’s chest.
“Willow was supposed to be someone else’s. He wants her dead now that she’s no longer a prized possession,” Mario states, panting for breath as he tries to move away from the torch’s flame.
“Who?” I snarl, anger rising inside me even more so at the mention of my ol’ lady being a possession.
“I don’t know his name,” Mario says, panic setting in as I lift the torch closer to his face.
“You sure about that?” I press the flame to his left eye burning through the eyelid savoring his screams.
“His name’s Johnathan Bryant,” Bambi screams out the answer for her brother.
“Cy, you get that?” I ask.
“I’m on it,” he mutters and rushes out of the shed to get to work on the name.
“Who’s this Johnathan Bryant?” Hammer asks as I pull the flame away from Mario’s face. The smell of burning flesh filling the room.
“I don’t know who he is. Just that he’s pissed about losing out on getting her,” Bambi cries.
“That all you know?” I demand.
“Yes, our father is friends with your uncle. It was between the two of them that they brought Mario in on the business and, as such, asked me to do something I thought wouldn’t be hard since I wanted you for myself anyway,” Bambi states, still stuck on the part where she thinks I should have been hers.
Turning the torch off, I place it on the floor and wrap a hand around the handle of my knife in Mario’s leg and pull it out, earning screams from both him and Bambi.
With quick movements, I slice through his throat, blood pours out as I slash him sternum to pelvis, and finally lift the blade up and thrust it into his eye that I’d not burned yet.
I take a step back, breathing harshly and look to my Prez. “I want his body sent to my uncle. This is a message to him. I’ll fuck him up if he wants to do this. He won’t win.”
“I’ll get a prospect on it,” he says without hesitation. “We ride through hell to get to the other side.” The words are repeated by each of my brothers in the room.
“We ride through hell to get to the other side. And burn the fuckers who get in our way,” I snarl and make my way out of the shed into the shining light of the day.
A part of me feels a sense of ease with the light of day. My ol’ lady is my light that shoots its firing heat straight to my soul. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect that light, even if it means making the waters flow red with the blood of our enemies.
Starting with whoever this Johnathan Bryant motherfucker is.
I’ll have his blood on my hands.
ALLY
I knew Burner would come get me after Malice and the rest of the men finished with the man in the shed out back. Even if they see that vile woman as nothing but a monster and Gunner would have no problem taking her out, they asked me to do it.
I didn’t have a problem with it, but this would be the last time I do something like this.
I know my uncle will understand my reasons and he’ll respect them.
Burner told me I didn’t have to do this, that he’d kill the cunt himself.
This is one of the many reasons I love the man who saved me from myself and made me want to live again.
Bambi is going to die at my hands for what she did.
You can go after anyone else and still be killed for it but never and I mean you never harm a child.
I lived through hell for most of my life at the hands of a man who would, if he could, still try to hurt me.
I won’t stand for some bimbo attempting to kill three innocent babies that can’t even defend themselves.
Stepping back into the shed, I take note of the disposal of the man who’d been hanging near Bambi. The stench is worse than before but it’s okay. I’ll make this quick, if not as painful for her.
Turning to Burner, I hold out my hand. “Blade please.”
Burner hands me the blade I need while his eyes blaze with fire.
He doesn’t like me being in here. He hates when I do stuff like this for the club, for his brothers, but he’s always there for me.
It’s also why so many of his brothers from the Franklin charter came with us.
They all want to show their support, not just to me but to the men of this charter.
Focusing my attention on the bitch, still tied, I move closer and backhand the side of her face bringing the tip of the blade down her cheek as I go causing her to scream out in pain. “You are a worthless bitch,” I mutter venomously. Blood is trickling down her cheek.
I switch the blade to my other hand and do the same thing.
Satisfied she’s bleeding from either side of her face, I use my free hand to grip the back of her hair.
“I hope you burn in the deepest depths of Tartarus and that Hades himself will show you no mercy for what you attempted to do,” I sneer, ramming the blade between her ribcage, embedding it into her body as she screams in agonizing pain.
Releasing her hair and the handle of the blade, I step back and turn to Burner.
I walk to him where he surrounds me in his heat as I look to the rest of the men and nod.
I let Burner guide me out of the shed away from the stench of death.
No more will I be going into a building and dealing with death again.
I’m just happy that this last time had been for helping Malice and Willow reap out punishment for their children.
Children are innocent in this world and the souls that will be here when we take our last breath.