Chapter Nine
Snake’s cell buzzed in his pocket. Reaching in, he raised it up to read it. “They caught the man in the woods. He—”
Just then, the front door opened with a slam.
Snake went to the security room door and peeked out. “Damn...”
They could both hear the yelling, so they went out to the hall and down to the living room.
“Let me go! You assholes don’t know what’s happening,” a man shouted as they led him in. He had his hands ziptied.
“Why don’t you tell us then,” Lucifer told him.
Thrasher and Dax set the disgruntled man down into a chair then they stepped back.
Phantom moved forward and stood on one side of the chair as Turbo stood on the other side.
“I followed this girl here,” the guy stated. “And she is dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” Saint asked as he stepped over.
“Oh, yeah. She’s wanted by the cops. There’s even a reward.”
“Really?” Della asked.
He looked up to see Della standing there. His eyes widened.
“Ok, Zapper, go ahead tell me what crime I committed?” she urged.
He looked shocked then asked, “How do you know my gang name?”
Shrugging, she said, “My dog stole your patch.”
He glared at her. “You are being hunted for the charge of...” He slowly shook his head and added, “Murder.”
She stared at him. “The hell you say!”
Nodding, Zapper then looked around at the men in the room and explained it, “She killed her own mother! Knifed her in a parking lot, like ten years ago or something. She’s fucking dangerous!”
Della looked like she was going to explode. “You fucking liar! Your boss killed my mom. He’s the one with the knife.”
“Yes, they told me you would say that.” He nodded.
“Because it’s the truth!” she defended.
Snake took her hand. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s going to jail, not you.”
“Jail?” Zapper asked. “For what?”
“Attempted assault from last night at her apartment,” Lucifer replied. “Trespassing on my brother’s property today and maybe we can add a concealed weapon charge or two.”
Phantom nodded as he raised up the small handgun.
Turbo grinned down at him and held up the switchblade they took off of him.
“It’s definitely a twofer,” Saint joked.
“I had to protect myself while hunting this murderess!” Zapper defended desperately.
Now Della laughed coldly. “I wish I had murdered someone. Your boss, Jazz. He’s the one who killed my mother.”
“I say we get revenge,” Snake suggested as he let go of her hand and stepped closer.
“W-what?” the man in the chair asked as he stared up at him.
“We could use your own weapons on you,” Snake suggested.
“Yep,” Lucifer piped up. “Then bury you in the woods you were hiding in.”
“No one would ever find you,” Saint agreed.
Zapper began to sweat now.
“In fact,” Lucifer went on as he smiled. “That would be easier than calling the cops and making statements.”
Della stared at him, then looked up at Snake.
He gave her a wink.
Della shook her head then she got in on it, “I’m all for that. These Red Devil guys have been dogging me for years now. I think it’s time to just start taking them out.”
Turbo snickered and raised the switchblade. “Where should I start?”
“Nah, it would be better to just put a bullet into his skull,” Phantom stated as he raised the small gun.
Panicked, the man in the chair kept looking back and forth at the large men with his weapons in their hands. “Who the hell are you people?”
“Hell’s Guardian Warriors MC,” Lucifer replied.
“And their partner MC, the Misfits,” Saint added.
Zapper’s eyes rounded.
“Like we could be cousins.” Dax laughed. “With you being a Red Devil and all.”
“Maybe,” Lucifer said. “But I don’t like cousins. I like being the top of the evil chain, ya know?”
Della now seemed to turn completely evil as she stepped forward and said, “This is my responsibility, guys. So, hand me the switchblade. Since he believes I used a knife on my own mother, I think it is only fitting to cut him up a bit before you off him.”
Zapper had lost all the color in his face. “NO!” he shouted in panic. “Stop! Just stop.”
Shaking her head, she took another couple of steps and glared down at him. “Jazz won’t even miss you. He doesn’t care about anyone and I think you know that. So, no one will care that you were ever here.” She extended her arm out and opened her hand to Turbo.
He glanced at Snake.
Snake nodded at him.
Turbo gave her the knife.
She smirked and swung the blade out of its sheath. “This is a nice one.” She admired the glimmering blade under the light as she turned it this way and that.
Zapper gawked at her then looked around at the men. “Stop her! You need to stop her!”
Lucifer shrugged. “We kill someone every week. It gets tiring, ya know?”
Saint nodded. “Saves us the trouble.”
“Yeah, but who’s gonna dig the hole?” Turbo asked.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Phantom suggested.
The two men extended their hands and played a round.
“Damn!” Turbo grumbled as he lost.
At their antics, Saint actually chuckled.
Squirming in the chair, Zapper looked like he was hyperventilating now.
Della grinned at him and took the one last step to stand next to him. “Just a couple of cuts. Hmmm, so where should they be?”
He was gasping for air now as he exclaimed, “I tell you anything you want to know! Just—Hey, I can tell you about Jazz and Hell Spawn,” he offered.
Halting, Della stared at him. “What about them?”
“P-put the—the knife down please? Then I can tell you.”
She sighed heavily as if she felt disappointed then she glanced over at Snake.
He nodded at her. “Let’s hear what he has to say.”
Stepping back, Della stared at Zapper. “Go on,” she urged.
“T-they are heading here. T-they plan to attack early in the morning.”
“How many are with them?” Lucifer asked.
Zapper slowly shook his head.
Della turned and stepped back over. She lowered the blade to his face.
He raised his head higher and blurted, “M-maybe six guys?”