I reared back and drove my fist into Timmy’s face.
The impact rocked the chair back hard, but it didn’t tip.Timmy’s head snapped to the side, blood spraying from his nose as he screamed.
“Goddamn,” Clash said from somewhere behind me, surprised.“Your daddy taught you how to hit.”
Dad applauded once, slow and approving.“Do it again, son.That was impressive.”
I didn’t hesitate.
The second punch landed harder.The chair tipped, and Timmy went down in a heap, still tied, moaning and gagging as he hit the floor.
“Think he’s got more waffles to throw up?”Basil joked.
Timmy rolled onto his side, choking, struggling to breathe.
I stepped toward him.
Wrecker held up a hand.“Let me try to talk to him before you shove his tongue down his throat, yeah?”
I shrugged.“Sure.Why not?”
“Pick him up,” Wrecker said.
Thorn hauled Timmy upright again.Timmy was hunched over now, nose bleeding freely, and chest heaving.
Wrecker crouched in front of him.“You ready to talk now,” he asked calmly, “or do you want my guys taking turns on you?”
“You’re going to regret this,” Timmy rasped.“You don’t know who I am.”
“And who is that?”Wrecker asked.
Timmy lifted his head, bloody teeth bared in a grin.“Northbound.”
Wrecker glanced back at me.“That mean anything to you?”
I shook my head.
“Northbound Reapers,” Timmy sneered.“The club that’s going to destroy you.”
Wrecker tilted his head.“Someone I’ve never heard of is going to destroy me?”
“Yeah,” Timmy spat.“Because you need a lesson on how to keep your women on a leash.”
Wrecker reached into his pocket and pulled out a cowprint handkerchief.He wiped at his cut where Timmy’s spit had hit.“That’s because they’re women,” he said evenly.“Not dogs.Maybe your club needs to learn that.”
Timmy laughed like he’d lost his mind.“You’re all dead once they find out you did this to me.”
Wrecker looked at me.“I think he’s talking about you.I haven’t laid a finger on him.”
I shrugged.“I can handle it.”
Wrecker turned back to Timmy.“What’s your club’s next move?”
“Like I’m gonna tell you,” Timmy sneered.“You’ll know it once their boot’s up your ass.”
Mason winced.“I don’t think any of us are into butt stuff, Timmy.That must be a Northbound Dumbasses thing.”
Timmy lunged for him, chair tipping again as he face-planted.
