I fired off a text and put my phone back in my pocket. I had grabbed a gun from the truck before getting out of it and felt the weight of it against my back. King made sure those of us who carried had licenses, otherwise brothers were under strict instructions not to.
Ballistic wasn’t a fan of guns but he wasn’t averse to others using them. As long as the evidence was dug out, which was what Hammer was here for.
“Give me names.”
The guy spat on the floor. Ballistic moved so fast I barely saw it happen. He sliced underneath the guy’s armpit, not the artery, but close. He howled in pain and arched against the chains, trying to get away. But that would not happen.
“How about I giveyousome names?” Ballistic said in his quiet voice. “Alicia. Harrison.”
The man on the wall stopped fighting and his head came up. I could guess who they were. Ballistic wouldn’t hurt women and children, but he had no compunction using their names against people.
“I appreciate your loyalty to your club. I’m sure you were following orders. But you enjoyed it, didn’t you? You enjoyed feeling that bat against my brother’s head.”
He started shaking his head, blood flying from his mouth. It was running freely from under his arm now and I wondered if Ballistic might have nicked the artery. He was usually careful about that and had spent years studying human anatomy. He’d been drilling me on it for years.
“Three other men were there that night. I need their names.”
“Can’t,” the man moaned, and I could see the torment in his battered face.
Hammer took out a cell phone and started a video, which he showed to the man. I could hear a woman’s voice and a child’s laughter. I swallowed when a tear fell from the man’s eye.
He was fucked, and he knew it. He could either give up his brothers or have his woman and child hurt. Even though I knew that wouldn’t happen, this man did not.
The sound of the door opening behind me drew my attention. War stormed into the room, his face angry. No sign of Connor, so I presumed he’d declined to join, or War hadn’t asked him.
“This is one of them?” War asked, stepping beyond me.
He was so full of rage not even Ballistic could stop him when War pulled his gun and fired a bullet into the man’s kneecap. The sound the man made was other worldly. I couldn’t imagine the pain he was in. A part of me wanted to pity him.
Then I remembered Connor in that hospital bed, knowing what had been done to him, and I hardened myself.
War was letting his emotions get the better of him and Ballistic hated that when he was in the middle of these things. War was his VP, so he erred on the side of caution by placing a heavy hand on his shoulder and tilting his head in my direction, subtly telling him to back off.
War paced in front of me, the gun gripped so hard his knuckles were white. I gave him a look, silently asking if he could handle this.
He eventually nodded and came to my side, putting his gun away. The sounds of a female voice were still playing on Hammer’s phone. War frowned but said nothing.
“Last chance,” Ballistic said.
It took him barely two minutes to give in. I wrote the names down. Ballistic raised a brow our way. I knew we should leave him to it, but I didn’t think War would be able to. I would happily let War do this. He removed his cut and handed it to me.
Once we had what we wanted, he took his gun, put it to the side of the guy’s head, and pulled the trigger three times with a roar. It was close up and not exactly the best of ideas, but the job was done. The asshole was dead. And we were on our way to avenging Connor.
Ballistic went to clean up his tools, Hammer deleted the video and headed into the morgue to get ready. War turned to me, blood splatteredon his shirt, neck, and face. I grabbed a towel from a hook behind me and tossed it to him. He followed Hammer to clean up.
Ballistic glanced over. “You good with that?”
“Yeah,” I pocketed the list. I had touched nothing or been near enough to get any evidence on me, so I left the Shed and headed back to the compound.
Kansas, the prospect, was a computer genius, so he could track these guys down for us. King was eager to get him patched in. There was going to be a bonfire party and a ceremony in a couple of days. This was something King would want to celebrate too.
As I passed the old lady’s house, I saw Connor on the veranda with Waverley. Both of them looked over at me. Connor’s smile dropped as he raised a questioning brow. So War had told him, but he decided not to come down. Waverley looked confused as I nodded to Connor, letting him know what he needed to. I saw his shoulders drop as he lowered his chin to his chest. We would need to keep an eye on him tonight, but he was good for now.
Waverley would look after him, even if she didn’t know the details. I just hoped she didn’t pressure him into telling her. I wasn’t sure Connor could hold it in.
Striding into the clubhouse, I went to the security room beside King’s office, but knocked to let the Prez know what had gone down first. King yelled for me to come in. He was wearing his glasses as he pored over a document on his desk. He removed them and looked at me.
“We’ve got names,” I said. “Gonna get Kansas to look them up. War finished it.”
