“I thought you said you were gonna get yourself down. Why would I help you?”
Drake tries to spit at me, but his attempt is weak at best. I have no doubt that he is severely dehydrated and could pass out at any moment. This sudden burst of anger is probably the last bit of energy in his body.
“Let’s get down to why we’re all really here.” Wrecker grabs a large rubber mallet from the tool bench that runs a good portion of the back wall. He walks the long way around the now four still alive men and hits each of them once in the stomach with it. “Why were you in our town?”
“We were gonna start a club,” Jason’s words are grounded around his pain.
“Shut up, you idiot,” Drake snaps and tries to kick him, but only manages to make his chains move enough so he starts swinging like the pendulum on a grandfather clock.
“We’re not getting’ out of here,” Josh seems to be the first to see reason. “Just tell them the truth so they can kill us already.”
“We were scouting areas to take over.” Jason starts coughing and doesn’t stop until he spits out a bunch of blood. “Plan was to see what we could damage and maybe cause enough chaos to run ya out of town.”
“So you thought you could scare forty some bikers out of the town they run so you could do what? Just walk in and take over everything we own?” Smoke hustles forward, pulls back his right arm, and sends his fist flying into Drake’s face. “How are you all so fuckin’ stupid?”
“We still blew up your shit.” And Quinn finally joins the conversation.
“And see how that worked for you, ya twatwaffle.” Tiny grabs the mallet from Wrecker and bashes Quinn’s other knee in. “You’re lucky you didn’t hurt anyone. Especially our women and kids.”
“I set the stuff to blow when we knew kids wouldn’t be nearby,” Josh says as he hangs his head.
“So what?” I question as I reach up and wrap my hand around his neck, forcing him to lift his head. “Do you want a fuckin’ medal for not killin’ our kids? Do you think that makes up for the danger you put everyone else in from your bombs?”
He starts to mumble, but I’m just plain and simple sick of the shit I’m hearing from these useless bags of bones. We now know why they were in our town. We know what they wanted. We know they will never get it.
I see no more use for them.
Grabbing hold of the hair on both sides of his head, I twist sharply to the right and snap his neck.
“Three down, three to go.” Butch, Hammer’s dad, takes a few steps forward and points at Jason. “Mind if I take care of this one?”
“Be my guest.”
“This is for blowin’ up our shit.” He unholsters his Sig, flips off the safety, racks a bullet in the chamber, and shoots him right between the eyes.
“Tiny,” I look to my right and wave toward Quinn. “You wanna finish him?”
“Would be my honor.” Tiny walks over to the tool bench and grabs a pair of safety glasses.
Once he is behind Quinn, he lifts the mallet up over his head with both hands, and with his entire body, swings it down and forward, smashing Quinn in the back of his skull. Quinn’s face explodes. Blood sprays out of his nose, eyes, and mouth, and anyone anywhere near him jumps back to avoid as much of the mess as possible.
“The last one is ours,” Haze moseys his way up into the fray, slow and steady like he’s got all day and nowhere to go. Smoke is not a second behind him.
“How you wanna end him?” I ask.
“While I’d love to beat the fuck outta him for even lookin’ at our woman, he’s not worth the effort.”
“Damn right,” Smoke adds his two cents.
They both unholster their sidearms, point, and shoot. Two bullets straight to the heart. We watch Drake blink one last time, then the life is gone from his eyes. His head drops to his chest and he’s done.
“Good job, Brothers,” I congratulate the room for a job well done . . . as always. “Now lets get this mess cleaned up so we can get back home. I’ve got a kid I’d like to tuck in before I take his momma to bed and fuck her ‘til the sun comes up.”
“Here, here!” Hammer cheers.
“I plan on doin’ the same,” Tiny comments.
“Me three,” as does Steel.
