Chapter Six
Banger woke up and had to shake his head to clear away the fog of being punched and beaten. Then he looked around as he realized he was still in the warehouse and he was alone. Man, he believed those two were going to kill him.
He now focused on getting up. His body was screaming and his arms felt so heavy.
He frowned and tried to pull his arms around but couldn’t get far.
That’s when he realized his wrists hurt and he couldn’t feel his fingers.
He tried to look behind him but he couldn’t and that was when he yelled, “What the hell?”
Only his voice echoed back in the empty warehouse.
Banger struggled even more to get free. He tried to pull his hands apart to stretch the zip ties but he could barely move. Yelling and thrashing around did nothing. Instead of getting free, he exhausted himself.
Banger leaned back against the beam and tried to think clearly.
Then he remembered his phone and he worked it out of his pocket.
He flexed his numb fingers to press the screen buttons.
When nothing happened he frowned then tried again.
Again, nothing happened and that’s when he pushed it forward a little at a time.
It took him maybe five minutes to get it next to his leg.
He could finally check the battery and he peered down at it.
Seeing that it registered nothing at all. .. he began to shout again.
He didn’t stop until his voice went hoarse. Maybe someone would hear him and rescue him.
Finally, he laid back again—breathless and tired. As he slumped, he took the time to clear his mind. When he was calm again he looked around the room once more. His bike and total freedom was only three feet away. Maybe he could get loose if he stood upright.
He tried to get to his feet as he worked at pushing himself upward. His hand throbbed and tingled. He knew all the bones in it were probably broken. He shook his head and dismissed it for now. Getting free was all he could focus on now.
It took a long ass time of attempting to stand while tied to a column like he was.
Finally, he was standing. His body hurt so badly, but at last he was upright. He knew the next step would hurt more than anything in the whole fucking world, but he had no choice. He leaned forward and used his weight to force the plastic ties to snap.
Leaning all the way, he pushed his body forward as his arms remained behind him and they didn’t move really but his muscles stretched like a taut rubberband.
He was in extreme pain as sweat dripped in streams down his face almost blinding him as it hit his eyes.
He huffed and puffed as he used all the strength he had left.
Suddenly, the ties snapped and he hit the hard dusty floor face first.
He laid there in utter pain and exhaustion as he realized he had broken his nose and perhaps his cheekbone had gotten busted. It took maybe another twenty minutes for him to get up.
Then another ten minutes for his dizziness to fade a bit.
When he tried to stand, he wobbled and fell again. He passed out.
He came awake later but he did not know how long he’d been out. Banger finally stood and had a lot of trouble keeping balanced. He could feel the dried blood on his face. It covered his entire face and had dripped down to his neck too.
Gingerly, he took a step forward then stubbed his toe and growled as he looked down at his sock covered feet.
“What the hell?” He growled out when he realized they had actually stolen his boots.
“Those fuckers are gonna pay for this.” He made his slow way over to his bike.
He threw one leg over the engine and paused as he felt the bruise on his groin and he had to groan again.
“Those lousy assholes,” he grumbled under his breath.
He stood up and got the keys out of his pocket.
He shoved it into the ignition and the engine turned over loudly.
He walked the bike over to the door then put down his kickstand to open the doors and looked back around when his engine began to spit and sputter.
“No, no, no, not right now,” he mumbled as he rushed back to the dying bike.
“What the hell?” he exclaimed as his engine finally stopped.
He walked around his ride, the one his MC had stored and kept in mint condition for ten long years.
Now, he noted the crystals of sugar piled up on the foot stand.
He knelt carefully and tapped his finger on the pile he found, then he lifted his finger first to his nose then to his lips.
His tongue touched the crystals and he growled when he tasted the sugar.
“Didn’t they know you don’t mess with another biker’s ride? ”
Banger kicked the useless bike with his one good leg then turned around and limped away.
He slowly went around, searching the entire room.
The first thing he found was the shattered sugar bottle.
He went to kick the shards of glass then too late he remembered he didn’t have boots on.
A shard of glass pierced his foot and he screamed and lifted his foot.
“Ffffuuuucckkk!” he yelled. The glass had gone deep in between his toes and red stained his off-white socks.
Banger limped away from the glass area and sat down on the floor.
He carefully pulled it out and threw the stained glass away from him while cursing a blue streak.
He hobbled over to a broken chair and sat down the best he could.
He ripped his sock off. Fresh blood seeped from his shoulder wound now and Banger had to rip the bottom of his shirt off to wrap it.
The chair beneath him suddenly collapsed and Banger yelled again.
A large splinter got shoved up the inside of his thigh, right through his jeans.
His eyes rolled up in his head and he groaned as he slumped to the floor in utter, unbelievable pain.
He rolled around and actually cried like a little kid at the unfathomable pain he felt.
He knew he had to remove the huge splinter of wood before he could get mobile again. “When will this fucking torture end?”
“When you die,” a voice whispered.
His head shot up. “That sounded like...”
“It is me, brother.”
Swallowing hard, he asked, “Richy?”
“Yes, Virgil...”
“I did what you said and I got nowhere,” Banger told the voice.
“Yeah, we saw,” another voice spoke now.
“Deven? Is that you?” Banger asked.
“Yes, what’s left of me,” this voice replied.
“I-I thought it was just me going crazy before in prison. When you two spoke to me. Y-you are dead...I’m sorry that—”
“We told you what to do and how to do it.”
Banger nodded. “I tried. The plan got all messed up.”
“Yes, we saw.”
“Call Finn, he will come get you.”
Banger froze at Deven’s idea. “Yeah, he owes me. But I can’t use my phone.”
“Look around, brother,” Deven said.
Banger knew he could not actually be hearing them again.
But he did as they told him to. He finally got to his feet and was hobbling around the room.
His jaw hurt, his balls hurt and his foot was bleeding.
His shoulder was killing him and his hand was beginning to throb more and now his thigh was stinging like it got burned.
Not only that but he had no wheels to get back to Boston.
As he walked he kept his eyes down to the floor and he finally saw something that reflected in the light.
He bent down and realized it was his phone battery.
“Well damn, those voices may not be real but they were right.” He picked it up and blew the dust off.
He reached into his back pocket, took out his phone and installed the battery.
When he turned his phone on he realized he didn’t have enough battery left to make too many calls but he reasoned he only needed the one call.
He searched his contacts and found the one he wanted then he hit the call sign.
When Finn answered the call, he asked, “Man Virgil, how are you still alive?”
“I need a fucking ride back to Boston,” Banger grumbled. “Those fucking pigs put sugar in my tank and I lost my wheels.”
“That is bad but at least they left you breathing.”
“I just need to get the fuck out of this town. Nothing has gone right since I got here. I’ll text you with the address.”
Finn sighed. “I just cannot believe you man. You shouldn’t have—”
“Yeah, I know but I have to make this right. My brothers died for that gold,” he told him as he actually looked around at the empty warehouse expecting to see both of his dead brothers.
Finn sighed. “Alright I’ll come and pick you up, but I do it cause I still owe you for saving my life all those years back.”
When the line went dead, Banger put his phone away and sat down again.
He took his small jackknife from his front jean pocket and flipped it open.
He muttered to himself about the Sin’s Bastards paying for everything they did to him as he dug the inch long.
.. inch wide splinter from the hole in his jeans.
His pain level was so high that he didn’t even feel this procedure.
He tore another piece of T-shirt off and tied it around his thigh.
Gazing down at his sock covered feet, he began looking for his boots.
They tossed his phone battery, maybe they tossed his boots here too.
He felt another chill go up his spine. Holy fuck, he hoped his brothers wouldn’t talk to him anymore.
But he knew they would until he made this right.
No one knew that was why he kept at this.
Yes, he could live it up with that gold, but it wasn’t about that.
It was his brothers. He believed they would not rest until he found it and gave it to their kids.
Just like the family vow dictated. He had no choice, but it wasn’t like he could tell anyone about them pushing at him.
They would put him away again, only in a fucking straitjacket this time.
He circled the room several times before he found himself staring at the door he’d opened himself with Peaches in front of him.
That’s when he looked at his shoulder and found fresh blood oozing from his wound.
Then he looked down at his hand and saw it was swollen up.
He tried to move his fingers and found they didn’t work the way they usually did.
He shook his head and then he groaned as his whole body was aching in one way or another.
They put the hurt on him for sure. He paused to think about how old he was and realized he wasn’t a young man anymore.
He’d lost ten years sitting in a prison cell for something he didn’t do.
Then he gritted his teeth and wished Robbie was still alive so he could kill him himself.
He would have had his brothers here with him and they all would be. ..He couldn’t think like that.
It could never be.
He turned around to find another chair. He hobbled over to it and sat down heavily.
The chair held and Banger was thankful that something went right at least. He finally groaned and felt every muscle in his body protest. He found the pain was so bad that couldn’t sit so he got up to pace again, back and forth across the room.
He could barely walk but he hobbled the best he could.
“You need your boots, Virgil,” Richy spoke again.
“I know that Richy. But they stole them!”
“They are outside,” Deven said.
Banger paused to look at the back door that was right in front of him.
This time he reached for the door handle and pulled it open.
The yard was surrounded by darkness still but there were hints of the oncoming dawn.
Banger had never been afraid of the dark.
Even now when he had ghosts literally climbing on his back.
He stepped out through the doorway to head out into the back area.
Then he stood perfectly still and listened to silence around him.
He turned in full circle and stared out into the dark.
Then the sunlight crawled through the area as the sun began to rise.
Something caught his eye and he moved toward it.
When he got close enough he saw the item was his own boots.
He actually grinned as if this was the world’s highest achievement and he picked them up.
He sat down on the ground and pushed his foot into one.
He laced up the boot then reached for the second one.
He pushed his foot in then hissed. His glass cut toes hurt but he felt like he had no choice.
He winced hard as he placed his foot inside his boot carefully and laced it up.
Finally, Banger stood to his feet to walk away but his foot wasn’t happy and he again was hobbling instead.He glared in the direction of the Sin’s Bastards clubhouse three miles away and growled, “We will meet again you fuckers and I won’t be the one laying on the fucking floor.”
Then he hobbled into the warehouse and sat down again to wait for Finn to come for him.