“Yeah, we are going to speak with two Cobras and two prisoners.” Whack picks up his phone from the corner of his desk, and I allow him to pass along with Cannon, Saddle and Griller. I follow behind, and we are heading to the shed. Yeah, getting rid of the trash I think to myself.
Stepping into the cell with the two Cobras, I lean against the wall and watch as Whack takes photographs of them tied to the ceiling by their wrists. Their feet are only just touching the ground, so their wrists and shoulders will break eventually if this keeps up.
Smirking, Whack taps on his phone and places it on speaker as it rings.
“What do you want, Whack?” Para snarls, and I raise my eyebrows a little at the venom in his tone.
“I have two of your men here. Do you want them back?” Whack is cool in his reply.
“Who…What…!” Para stutters.
One of the idiot’s shouts, “Pres, get us the fuck outta here.”
“For…fucks…sake!” Para snarls to someone who interrupts on his end. “What do you want?”
Whack chuckles. “Well, I want you to drop all searches for Molly. I have the bitch you want here. You can have her and these twoidiots if you get out of my territory, take her with you and stay out. Otherwise, this war is getting real, and these will be the next two casualties, and I mean dead.”
The line is quiet, but we can hear him breathing. He’s obviously considering what his best move will be. But if he wants his men, this is his only option. “Okay, I’ll send a van to pick the three of them up within the next three hours. We’ll call a truce after this. Stay out of our territory and we’ll stay out of yours.”
“Fair enough. If we have to pass through, we’ll do the usual — giving you a heads up and you can escort us, and vice versa. Nice doing business with you.” Whack closes the call, then walks up to the two men. “You’re very fuckin’ lucky because I was looking forward to cutting your balls off and making you eat them.”
“I thought maybe Spell could do it; he’s bored as fuck just now.” Griller adds to the conversation, and I’m sure they know who Spell is as they both drain of color at the thought of him being involved.
Whack stands looking at Griller for a few moments, then grins. “Let’s get our friend Spell involved in some shit. Pull him in and then patch him up. He’ll make one hell of a good brother.”
“So, what are you doing with Angel, Pres?” I ask. We will have Carrie-Anne off our hands, and I’m sure she’s heading for a sticky end. One problem solved at least.
“I’ve spoken with Bear, and he agrees that we take her to a state far enough away she’ll be well away from us, on the condition she never contacts or comes back here. Or, we end her. Those are her only two options. Bear is going to deliver the verdict later today.” Pres stops walking and looks at me for a long time, which makes me want to twitch a little. “Have you decided Molly’s punishment yet?”
“No, I don’t want to come down hard because she’s suffered way too much at the hands of that bitch. The frustration and the need for an ending were accumulated in that taser hit.”
Whack laughs, “It was glorious.”
Everyone chuckles as we are walking back to the clubhouse. “It is the end for Molly. She needs this closure, and that is never seeing or hearing from her stepsister again,” I state.
“How about she has to do lunch and supper for six months?” Whack grins. “I miss her cooking.”
Everyone laughs, and I can’t help but join in because Molly is one hell of a cook. Brothers have said that although Pattie has improved a lot using the directions Molly gave her, she is not as good as Molly. “Leave it with me, Pres.”
Molly is home, and we’ve eaten supper. She’s keeping silent, and I know it’s because she is nervous about what her punishment is going to be. Sitting in the living room, I look over at Molly, where she sits in the easy chair near the window. I’m sitting in the middle of the couch and watching her squirm.
“Molly…I know, and Whack knows why you did what you did. The issue isn’t you wanting to put out punishment to that disgusting bitch. It’s the fact that you sneaked around, and went into the shed without permission.”
Molly squirms a little more, and I can see she’s on the verge of crying, but I can’t let her get away with this. “I’m sorry, Breaker…”
“Whack wants you punished at the clubhouse as well as at home. Your punishment at the clubhouse, which is where the offense occurred is that for the next six months you will make lunch andsupper both Saturday and Sunday. There is no way out of this.” I try to keep my voice calm, but she’s in trouble and has to get past this.
“Okay,” Molly quietly agrees.
“My name is Wyatt Alexander, and you can call me Wyatt. You are the only one who can call me by my given name.” I think it’s a bit late to tell her my birth name when we’ve already set up living together. I suppose it’s better late than never.
“Wyatt…it suits you, actually. But I still see you as Breaker.”
“Why don’t you call me Wyatt at home and Breaker when we are out of here?”
“Okay, I can do that.” Molly smiles, and it is a proper smile this time.
“Punishment, I think is living with me, Molly. I’m not easy to live with, and I know that. But it’s a lifetime punishment, and we will get hitched as soon as I can get it organized. Or we’ll just fly off to Vegas and get married by Elvis!” The look of horror on Molly’s face has me doubled up laughing, hands on my knees, hooting with laughter that is.
