“Bonus question. Why was a small club like the Gnomes after the Dwellers a couple of years ago if they aren’t affiliated with the Scorpions, doing Bash’s dirty work?”
“I’m just a low-ranking member. I don’t know—”
Diesel slammed his fist into Bernie’s jaw. “You’re stuck on fucking repeat, motherfucker. Come up with a new line before I lose my fucking patience.”
Lewis walked back in. “Outlaw says to wrap this shit up, Diesel.”
“I’m disappointed you called him, Lewis.”
“He fucking pays me. I piss him off, I die.”
“Understood.”
“I told him you left Ryan in the car. The kid’s about to lose his shit.”
Turning, Diesel leveled a cold gaze on Ryan. “He’ll fucking survive.”
No, he wouldn’t if he had to endure this psychological torture much longer. And he wasn’t even the one getting the brunt. Watching it and realizing what was coming was brutal.
“What did you tell him?”
“Not a fucking thing, Diesel. I don’t know why the fuck you brought another live body to the fucking crematorium. Just that you did.”
Bernie’s eyes widened and he screamed, then dropped to his knees and doubled over. Ryan could only make out, “please.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Diesel roared. “I have another question. I’m just full of them.” Crouching down, he grabbed a fistful of Bernie’s hair and yanked his head up. “Did you watch any videos provided by the Barts?”
“Three,” he admitted, gasping for breath and weeping.
“Annnndddd I have yet another question,” Diesel said. “So sorry. You can forgive me, can’t you, Bernie?”
“Yeah, brother. Yeah. Of course. Ask away.”
“If you aren’t connected to the Scorpions, how the fuck did you have access to videos sent to one of their sons?”
“I-I d-didn’t s-say I-I wasn’t a-a-a-acquainted with th-them.”
“Well enough to be sent explicit videos of underaged girls.”
“Th-they d-d-d-didn’t s-s-s-s-s-send th-th-them t-t-t-to m-m-m-m-me.”
“Are you a singer?” Diesel asked with a wide grin. “If you are, I’m sorry to say your me me me is quite fucking offkey.”
Bernie laughed nervously. “I-I-I’ll d-d-do b-b-better.”
“Excellent.” Diesel patted his head like he would a fucking dog. “If they didn’t send you the videos, how’d you see them?”
“He probably forgot how,” Ryan blurted, about to shit himself, fearing Bernie would reveal they’d been shown at the clubhouse.
“Did I fucking ask you, Ryan?” Diesel snarled, his eyes intenselyevil. “Shut the fuck up unless you’re fucking spoken to.”
He looked at Bernie again. “Did Ryan send you the videos?”
“H-h-him?” Bernie asked, pointing to Ryan.
“Yes,” Diesel barked.
“N-n-no one…” His face crumpled and he sniffled.
