“Get this creepy spider chick the fuck off me,” Cash called out as he bled all over the forty-year-old mobile home carpet.
I looked at Train.
“She’s trying to bite me,” Cash squealed.
“I’m not hitting a woman,” Train protested. “He’s your best friend. You help him.”
I sighed before lending a hand to my brother in arms, who had now joined in on the laughter. “She’s got the strength of ten tweakers,” he cried out in between fits.
I grabbed her by the shoulders, picked her up, and flung her across the room onto a junk laden dining room table, where she struggled long enough for us to beat a hasty retreat outside with Cupid in tow. Train held the front door closed from the outside, trapping demon Sorcha inside while we got Cupid into the van. Once Hatch and Booker had Cupidsecured, Train let go of the flimsy aluminum door and hauled ass toward us, making his way inside mere seconds before Sorcha reached the van. As we sped off, we could hear her howling in the distance like a possessed banshee.
“Holy, fuck. That was exciting,” Train said as we sped off toward the highway.
“She fucking stabbed me,” Cash yelled.
Train pulled up Cash’s blood-soaked pant leg to reveal an inch wide stab wound that went down to the bone.”
“I’m gonna have to stitch that up right away,” Hatch said, looking at the wound. “There’s a medic kit in the glove box.”
“Aw, shit,” Cash growled.
Hatch squeezed Cash’s shoulder. “I hope your pain tolerance is good, because the only pain killers I’ve got in that kit are two mini fridge bottles of bourbon, and one of those is for me so I don’t shake while I’m stitching you up.”
“Oh, great,” Cash grumbled.
“I’m just fucking with you, Cash. Both bottles of bourbon are for me.”
Stopping to grab the bikes, we followed instructions sent to us by Sundance to a secluded hunting shack in the nearby Napa Springs Wildlife Management Area. A place he’d used before that was just perfect for our current needs.
Once we arrived and made our way inside the cabin, we found the sturdiest chair in the place and tied Cupid to it. I then removed his hood and gag. To no one’s surprise, he started shooting his mouth offas soon as we did.
“You motherfuckers have made a big mistake,” he said, trying but failing to hide the fear in his voice. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with.”
“No, we haven’t, and yes we do,” I replied. “We know exactly who you are as well as the racist assholes you ride with. We also know the crimes you’re guilty of, so we’re not gonna spend any more time dicking around. Besides, who you are isn’t nearly as important as who we are and who we represent.”
Cupid squinted, reading my patch. “Dogs of Fire? I never heard of your club. Who the fuck are you?”
“We’re a friendly, community club from your neighbors to the west. We enjoy long rides, craft beers, and rounding up escaped rapists and murders.”
“Is that what this is?” Cupid asked. “What, are you guys like some sort of vigilante group. Like some sort of neighborhood watch MC? Are you gonna turn me into the cops for a reward? Is that it?”
“Boy, you skinhead Nazi fuckfaces really are dumb aren’t you,” I asked, smacking Cupid upside his shaved head. “If we wanted the cops to have you, we would have driven you to the nearest police station. Instead, we’ve taken you to a nice, secluded hunting cabin in the middle of the woods so no one can hear your screams.”
“What the fuck do you guys want, huh? Who the fuck are you?”
“I told you. We’re the ones who are going to balance the scales of justice. We represent a young woman who you drugged and raped a number ofyears ago at a college frat party.”
“What are you talking about? You fuckin kidnapped me because of some college chick I fucked back in the day?”
I hit Cupid with a solid blow, directly to the face, completely smashing his nose. “You motherfucker,” he groaned as blood gushed from his face like an open faucet.
“She’s not some chick. Her name is Waverly, and you drugged and raped her. You and your recently emasculated sicko partner, Boneyard.”
“You were the ones who cut off Boneyard’s dick?”
“I can’t say we had the pleasure, but here we are with you now and who knows where the night will take us?”
“You touch me again and you’re dead, all of you. My boys will kill every single one of your members and your fucking families, too. Do you hear me?”
