“Aw, come on, man. It stinks like death’s asshole in here,” Moses protested, but I did as Sundance ordered and shut the door before quickly turning around.
“The smell’s probably coming from this piece of shit,” I said, pointing to the semi-conscious psycho on the floor.
“Yo, call an ambulance,” the rider cried out.
“This guy’s pretty fucked up, Prez,” Wrath said as he looked the injured man over.
“His condition isn’t about to improve,” I said, and started toward them, but Sundance blocked my path.
“Hold up there. I think we’d best keep you in the batter’s box for now.”
“Fuck that,” I spat back. I didn’t give a shit that Sundance was the president of the club. I was going to stop these bastards from coming after Sabrina if I had to beat every last member of Los Psychos to death with my bare hands.
Instead of chewing my ass, Sundance looked at me sympathetically. “I get it. You’re pissed. But I want you to trust me, and hang back for a beat while I talk to this guy, alright?”
I nodded but said nothing. I was prepared to give Sundance thirty seconds with this guy and if I heard one lie come out of his mouth, I was gonna squeeze his head like a pimple.
“How ya’ feelin’,amigo?” Sundance asked.
“Come on, homie,” he wheezed. “You gotta call me an ambulance.”
“I ain’t your homie, and I’ll get you medical attention once you give me answers,” Sundance said, leaning down to read his name off his cut. “Sound good, Caca?”
“It’s Coco, fucker. I think my leg is busted,” he cried.
“And I’ll bet that hurts pretty bad, but let me assure you, you’ll feel a lot worse if I let my friend over there get ahold of you.” Sundance motioned to me. “This is your one chance to tell me why you were chasing the woman in the Mercedes.”
“Los Psychos for life,” was all Coco said.
“That should be easy. Your life expectancy just got a lot fucking shorter,” I growled.
Sundance ignored me and continued his “good cop” line of questioning, “I’m telling you, for your sake. Tell me why you keep coming after that woman.”
“You know what we did to the last guy you sent?” I asked, growing impatient.
“Why do you think we’re here? You think Los Psychos is gonna let that shit stand?” Coco spat out.
“How about I arrange it so you’ll never stand again, motherfucker?”
“Shut the fuck up, Stoney,” Sundance snapped, before continuing, “Why does your club care so much about the debt of a dead former customer?”
“A debt?” Coco laughed, spitting up blood. “You think we killed that bitch over a debt? Her car evened out that shit.”
“What did you say?” I asked, my blood beginning to boil.
“Los Psychos ain’t broke. We ain’t gonna spike some junkie’s shit because she owes us a couple grand,” he said.
“You killed Maria? You murdered Sabrina’s sister?” I asked in a whisper of disbelief, before turning to Coco. “Why did you kill her?”
“Why the fuck would I tell you?”
“Why are you coming after Sabrina?” I hissed.
“Fuck you and fuck that bitch too! I’ll cut her throat and make that kid watch.”
I lunged at the man on the floor, but Sundance and Wrath grabbed me before I could reach him.
“Let me go,” I growled, as the two men struggled to hold me back. The rage inside of me increasing by the second. Every time I thought about what these animals would have done to Sabrina if they’d taken her, my blood boiled hotter. “Get the fuck off of me!”
