“What the fuck?” I snarled as they zip-tied my arms behind my back and threw me in the van, a gun shoved into my side.
Outside the van, Razor did his best to stand his ground, but was eventually overtaken by the Spiders. The names on their cuts read ‘Slammer’ and ‘Tiny.’
“What do we do with this guy, Trunk?” Slammer asked, pointing to Razor who was still struggling, despite bleeding from several places on his face. “Kill him?”
“Fuck him up but not so bad he can’t crawl back home,” Trunk said, pressing the gun deeper into my ribs. “Warlock wants to send a message. Vega, Gloria, you come with me and Loverboy here.”
Unable to do anything but watch, the door whooshed shut and we drove off.
Gloria crawled over to me, kneeling between my legs, and cupping my face. “Oh my god, they didn’t hurt you, did they? I told them not to hurt you.”
“Get off me, you fuckin’ whore.” I sneered. “I knew you were bat shit crazy, but I never thought you’d be low enough to hook up with the Spiders.”
“Oh, come on, don’t say that,” she crooned. “What was I supposed to do when the Dogs turned their back on me? The Spiders took me in because they know I have what it takes to be the Old Lady of a member and they promised me that if I help them, they’d arrange it so you and I could finally spend some quality time together.”
“What thefuckare you talkin’ about?”
“You and I are destined to be together, Cash. I can feel it in my bones. I have since the day we first met, and I know that oncewe remove all the obstacles between us, you’ll see that, and we can finally be together.” She cocked her head. “Who knows? You could even join the Spiders with me, or maybe we could even start our own club.” She clapped her hands and let out a quiet squeal. “Oh my god, how amazing would that be, Cash?”
“Would somebody please shut this bitch up,” the driver bellowed.
Without warning, Vega cold cocked Gloria in the jaw, sending her to the corrugated metal floor of the van, out cold.
“Tie her up and gag her,” Trunk said to Vega.
“Should we dump her off somewhere?” Vega asked.
Trunk shook his head. “Nah, hold onto her. We’ll take her back to the clubhouse and run a train on her later. This little whore’s so anxious to make her bones with the club, we’ll show her a good time.”
“Aw, fuck, I wish you woulda told me that,” Vega spit out. “I think I broke her jaw.”
Trunk laughed. “Even better. She won’t be able to bite.”
I dropped my head and closed my eyes. I hated Gloria, but even I didn’t want this for her.
“Be a good boy and play nice, and we’ll let you have a crack at her,” Trunk said to me.
“Yeah, she’dlovethat,” Vega said. “Gloria’s got one hell of a crush on Loverboy here.”
Trunk leaned in nose-to-nose with me and said, “Let’s not disappoint Gloria here, and make me have to mess up that pretty face of yours, eh, Loverboy?”
“What the fuck do you want?” I growled.
“You know what we want,” Trunk said. “Warlock was very clear with Hatch. You had ten days to turn the keys to your grow op over to the Spiders. That was a week ago, and we see no evidence of that happening any time soon. So, you’re gonna staywith us for a little while to ensure our contractual obligations to us are fully satisfied.”
“This is not gonna end well for you,” I bit out.
“Please do not try to intimidate me. While I hold a certain amount of respect for your club, we all know, the Dogs of Fire are all bark and no bite.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna feel differently when your throat is between my teeth.”
“Oooh, I can see why she likes you, Loverboy. You have what the kids call ‘rizz,’” Vega said with a chuckle.
“I don’t make threats,” I said. “I make appointments.”
“Okay, tough guy. We can do this one of two ways. The easy way is we hold you for a few days and send timestamped photos every day to your president as proof of life. Go the hard way, and we mail fingers and toes instead. The choice is yours and I don’t think I have to tell you that the Spiders don’t make threats either,” Trunk said, then he put a bag over my head.
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