Chapter Eleven
Twenty minutes later...
Celina sat on the small couch in the lobby with Walter.
A loud bang came from outside.
Celina jumped in her seat then waited nervously.
There were more bangs. Then suddenly an all out barrage of booms.
“Gunshots?” she asked Walter.
He nodded and tapped his screen. “I see movement all over, it's just hard to tell who is there? Like I could swear I see someone then not, like they are flickers.”
“Those Ghost guys?”
He slowly nodded. “Has to be. Then I see the men your brother brought here and there. I can tell it's them, dressed in jeans and carrying guns. Then suddenly they disappear. Very cool. These guys are as good as that Viktor guy said. I mean I have cameras in a few areas and I still haven’t really seen them yet.”
She trembled and rubbed at her arms. “I’m just glad they are on our side.”
There were a few more bangs then silence.
Viktor came out to the lobby and gave Walter a nod. “Your two Everlast bags are ready in the boathouse.”
Looking stunned, Walter’s mouth popped open.
Donald stepped up next to Viktor and told his brother, “I’m going with you.” He glanced over at Celina. “It will take two of us to give them the same bruises she has.”
“Can I come?”
The two brothers looked over at Celina.
“Are you sure you wanna do that?” Walter asked her.
Nodding her head at him, her eyes glittered. “I have a few things to say. I also want an apology from each of them.”
“Sounds reasonable to me,” Viktor spoke up. “And we will be taking them with us to ship them to Siberia when you are done.”
Hawkins, Kota and Titan came through the lobby.
“We are going to head home,” Hawkins told them. “We need to be there if Ernesto shows up.” He reached out to shake Viktor’s hand. “It was an honor.”
Viktor shook his hand and the other two biker’s hands as well. “As soon as we have the eighteen men secured, we will be at your property to protect it.”
Hawwkins looked a bit surprised. “My men might shoot yours!” he exclaimed.
Vikor gave him a slow grin. “They won’t even see them. I instructed the Ghosts to place the cartel men on the same transit as Sergie’s prisoners from this takedown.”
“So I don't have to call our Sheriff in on this?” Hawkins asked.
Viktor shrugged. “There will be no need.”
Hawkins looked relieved. “Good, cause last year, we nearly drove the poor man to drink. Calling him every two days.”
The Rogues left as did Viktor.
Cameron told Walter he would watch the cameras, even though everything seemed to be fine.
Walter scooped Celina up and carried her out through the house and down the back steps.
Donald stood in front of the door. “They are pissed.” He laughed. “Calling me names and shit. Damn...” He opened the boathouse door. “I can’t wait to teach them some manners.”
Carrying Celina in, Walter walked over to a chair that Donald pointed to.
After he set her down in it, she looked up and gasped.
Her brothers indeed hung from chains...from the rafters.
They both glared at her.
“You fucking bitch!” one of them seethed as he glared down at her.
She slowly shook her head. “Don’t look at me Jordan, you did this.”
Caleb spat at her, “That’s how they knew we were coming!”
Walter had been putting on his gloves as he laughed. “You mean all those dark sedans rushing up our country road wasn’t enough warning?”
“Right?” Donald tugged his gloves on too. “Morons.”
The King brothers should have shut up but they seemed too stupid to do that.
“She’s a fucking traitor to her own family!” Caleb accused.
“Family?” she snapped. “You two were never my family. You were bullies and abusers.”
They both growled and tried to get loose.
“Get used to the chains,” she spoke again. “Oh and get used to it being a lot colder than it is here.”
They both stopped struggling.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Jordan snapped.
Shrugging, she shook her head. “You’ll see. There will be ice and then more ice.”
Walter turned to look at Celina. “I counted 3 bruises on your face.”
“There’s also two on her neck,” Donald added.
Celina turned in her chair and tugged her t-shirt up.
Gazing down at her bare back to see all the black and blue there... Walter growled. “You motherfuckers!” He then turned and approached the men.
“Hey man, we are defenseless here!” Caleb tried to reason with Walter.
“So was she when you beat her up, but did you care?” Walter shouted as he took the first punch.
Donald stepped up to Jordan and raised his glove covered fists. “No! You did not care.”
For the next few minutes, the only sound was leather gloves hitting flesh. Groans and grunts, then sobbing from the two men as the beatings went on.
“Stop!” Jordan shouted. “Please? “
“Yes, please stop!” Caleb added as he begged. “No more!”
“Did Celina beg the same?” Walter roared. “How many times did you beat on her?” He punched him again.
Donald simply danced around and gave his guy shirt popping jabs. “And I saw that her lips were busted.” Bam. His glove hit Caleb's mouth. “There ya go! Now you match!”
“You two are as low as it gets in the gene pool,” Walter groused as he paused with his boxing gloves raised high. “Woman beaters are the lowest of the low and to beat on your own sister? Losers, man.”
“A man who hits a woman, is not a man, he’s a dickless wonder,” Donald quipped.
Finally, Walter and Donald stepped back.
The King brothers were crying and whimpering. Lips bleeding, lungs gasping, cuts on their faces and chests. Sweat rolled off of them like they had run for miles.
“Now, you tell your sister that you are very, very sorry,” Walter ordered.
There men kept crying and grumbling.
“NOW!” Walter yelled.
Both brothers shuddered and trembled.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jordan muttered.
“Y-yes, I am too,” Caleb added.
“No, no,” Walter told them. “Sound like you mean it.”
They tried again, “I am sorry,” they voiced at the same time in quivering voices.
“What are you sorry for?” Celina finally spoke up.
The two men refused to look at her as they muttered expletives under their breaths.
Walter signaled Donald. Then they both stepped up, fists raised.
“No! No...” the men whined in utter fear.
“Tell her what you did wrong,” Walter fumed.
“We hit her...” Jordan hung his head.
“And?” Donald asked.
“And?” Caleb retorted back as he looked confused.
“What did you do that was wrong?” Walter asked in exasperation.
“We beat her up?” Jordan asked as if he were guessing.
“How many times?” she asked.
They both slowly shook their heads as they winced in pain.
Walter motioned to Donald. “They aren’t sorry yet.” He raised his gloves.
“NO!” Jordan pleaded. “No more, please?”
“How many times did you beat her up?” Walter repeated the question.
The two brothers hanging from the chains kept shaking their heads while looking confused.
“They don’t know,” Celina whispered.
Walter stepped over to where she sat. “Do you know how many?”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded and admitted the awful truth, “Twenty-five times since I was eight years old.”
Walter stared at her. “Twenty-five?” he asked slowly in a gasping breath as if he couldn't fathom this number.
Nodding her head, she cried.
Walter growled loudly as he flipped around to face the men hanging from the rafters. He glanced at Donald.
They both raised their gloved fists.
“On the count of one,” Walter stated loudly.
“Noooo!” Both King brothers screamed in terror.
THIS STORY CONTINUES
IN BOOK SIX...