Panic shows over his features as he tries to get out of the chains and I smirk as the fucker looks around coughing, fear etching off him, the cocky asshole from two days ago gone.
He thought he could get away, that my main focus would be on Ash. But while that was true, I knew I had to knock him out. I also knew my brothers had my back, just like they always have, even when they shouldn’t have.
Michael's eyes come my way and lock with mine and absolute terror etches off him as his face pales, and I tilt my head.
“You-you should really let me g-go, you don’t know who you are d-dealing with…” He stutters, pain lacing his voice.
Pretty sure he has a broken nose and a few cracked ribs, so that has got to hurt without treatment.
“Michael Nations, nephew to Stanley Quail, the leader of the Pillars,” I state and I swear I have never seen someone go from deathly pale to fucking gray before.
“We have several clubs, hundreds of brothers that would fight with us to take your uncle down and even the Cartel and all it would take is my club and the Untamed to wipe out your pathetic, sick, group and as it stands, talks are already in place,” Doc states, “So believe us, we know exactly what we’re dealing with,” Doc steps forward, “But you jackass, you have no idea who you are dealing with and going after an old lady, a pregnant one at that, causing her to miscarry the first time, causing her to nearly lose her baby the second time, you are going to wish Trigger killed you in that alleyway.”
Michael's body trembles with fear at Doc’s words before his eyes come my way as I drop my arms and stalk forward, my face stoic while deep inside, I’m burning fucking hot with revenge for my son, my angel, my baby boy, and my wife.
“Do you know why they call me Trigger?” I ask as I grab my gun from behind my back and begin to circle around Michael, stalking my prey….
He shakes his head but doesn’t speak, which is actually smart for once.
“When I start shooting, I don’t know how to stop,” I say with menace, “When I’m torturing someone, trying to extract information from them, I’ll shoot their lower half first, you know, so they don’t die too quickly, then I’d work my way up, blowing hole after hole before I black out…”
His body trembles, and I chuckle darkly, noticing the fresh wet patch on his pants.
“Not so fucking hard now, are you?” I laugh as I move to stand in front of him. I sneer, “You caused my wife to lose our baby when she was thirteen weeks pregnant.”
His eyes widen, and he protests, “N-no, Nat said her test came back negative…”
I snort, “You were threatening to take her for your clients, what else was she going to say?” he flinches as I lean down and remind him, “You kicked my wife’s stomach three fucking times, causing her to go into early labor, causing her placenta to erupt.”
Sweat begins to drip down his forehead, and as I watch him, a sick satisfaction takes hold, knowing how scared he is, and without warning, I shoot a bullet into his foot first, making him gasp in shock.
Locking eyes with him, his silently pleading for mercy, mine most likely showing nothing but coldness, I shoot again, a little bit higher than the last bullet, and continue my path, bullet after bullet slowly going up his leg, his screams echoing and his body bucking as I hit his kneecap then continue my path.
Michael cries and chokes, pleading, “Stop, please, stop,” but I don’t listen as I get to his groin and smirk as I aim my gun, and his red eyes widen with fear before I press the trigger, a satisfying feeling seeing his mouth open with a silent scream as his dick bleeds.
I shoot there two more times for good measure before he passes out.Fucking pussy!
I step back as Dirty grabs the other bucket of salt water and throws it over Michael, ensuring most of it gets in his wounds and he wakes with a terrified scream. He chokes when I shoot five quick bullets into his stomach, and then I black out like I always do at this point, the trigger becoming one with me. I riddle his body with bullets, all the way up to his head, and I don’t stop pressing the trigger until the clip is empty, and I breathe heavy, dropping my hand like a brick is tying it down, my eyes staying on the now dead body.
“We need to send a message to dear old uncle,” I breathe, “Whether it’s a finger, his whole fucking hand, heck, evenhis head, this town and every town where our affiliations are situated are off limits otherwise he will be next, to throw him off the scent with the Cartel digging into their weak spots.”
“Already got a metal box ready, brother,” Doc confirms, and I nod before looking at Dirty, who smirks.
“Nat is at the store. She has had no customers in the past hour and all cameras have been put on a loop, our bikes are ready when you are,” he confirms, and I nod as Ace steps forward with Dirty, along with Anchor, all three coming with me for the next hit.
“Let’s ride out,” I command calmly as Albert and Willie enter the room, Willie's, “Rot in hell, mother fucker,” just hitting my ears as I storm out of the torture shack.
Ten minutes later, I walk inside the now-empty store with Dirty, Ace, and Anchor at my back.
Now, normally, we don’t like to harm women. It’s not in our nature unless they did something to really hurt someone we love, like Virginia did with my son and wife, and unfortunately for Nat, she’s in that category where her genitalia isn’t being accounted for.
Doesn’t matter if she has a dick swinging between her legs or a cunt, she caused physical harm to my wife. She helped cause Tyson to be born ten fucking weeks early, and now, she's going to pay with her life.
“Sorry, we’re now closing,” Nat calls as she walks out from an aisle, but freezes when she sees me and my brothers.
“T-Trigger, how-how is Ash, I heard she went into early l-labor…” she stutters, her hands already shaking, and I tilt my head.
“You mean after you called your lover, whom you basically sold my wife totwice, to come and get her?” I ask, confirming her worst nightmare.
