Slowly, he ran his fingers over several items as if trying to decide which one he wanted to use. There were hammers, knives, pliers, and ice picks. It was a cabinet filled with simple, everyday items that could inflict loads of pain if used just right.
Hey, they were bikers, not professional killers.
“Hmm, so which one will it be?” Marcus asked, glancing over his shoulder at the man Niko was currently tying to the pole.
Nikolai’s eye flicked over to Reid, who was coming down the stairs.
Damnit.
Reid’s eyes widened when he spotted the man Nikolai was tying to the pole and the cabinet Marcus was grazing.
“You probably don’t want to be down here for this,” Nikolai said, hoping that Reid would change his mind and head back upstairs. He didn’t want Reid to see him like this, doing what Shadow Vipers did when they needed someone to speak.
It was never pretty to witness.
Reid shook his head. “No. I’ll stay if that’s okay.”
Marcus looked over at Reid.
“If you choose to stay, you’re going to have to take this to your grave. Or else,” Marcus warned, giving Reid a stern warning.
Niko glared at his boss. There was no way in hell he was ever letting Marcus lay a finger on Reid.
For the first time since Niko joined the Shadow Vipers, he felt anger toward his boss. Reid was his, and under his protection.
Brotherhood be damned.
Reid nodded.
“How about I work him over a bit first, boss? Perhaps that will loosen up his lips for you,” Niko volunteered, adjusting his brass knuckles. It had been a few months since he got into a good scrap. His babies were itching to be used.
Marcus nodded, giving him the go-ahead.
Turning to the man tied with his hands behind his back, Niko gave him a chilling smirk.
“I’ll give you one chance to tell us why you were watching us and who you are working for, before I start beating the shit out of your face,” Niko snarled, taking a step in front of his prey.
He loved when mouthy assholes needed to be taught a lesson.
“Go fuck yourself,” the man growled, spitting blood onto Niko’s boots.
The dude shouldn’t have done that.
Without warning, Niko brought his brass fist down on the man’s cheek, watching as his head snapped to the side, sending blood flying from his mouth.
The man moaned, head flopping against his chest as a stream of blood poured from his mouth.
Niko was one of those guys who practically lived at the gym. That gave him a level of strength that few men in their twenties could even achieve.
Lifting the man’s head, Nikolai stared into his bloodshot eyes, smirking, before he brought Betty down for another solid blow.
Betty was a solid fighter, just like the lesbian bikers she and her brass knuckle partner, Sue, were named after. Nikolai had gotten into a fight with the real Betty and Sue, the lesbian duo, about five years ago. The Southern Californian couple taught Nikolai a valuable lesson that night—not all women were into Russian biker dudes with solid big dicks. Some women preferred the velvety softness that only another woman could provide.
Nikolai smirked.
The man’s body flopped like a rag doll against the pole he was tied to.
Niko loved hearing the crunch of bone as it shattered beneath his knuckles.
