“What the fuck?” Beast asks, turning as if to go back and finish the job.
“Blew his dick off,” he shrugs. “He’ll bleed to death before we’re half a mile away. In a lot pain.”
“Jesus, you’re sick,” Blaze throws him a dirty look.
“How is that any worse than feeding him to pigs?”
“They’re dead when that happens.”
“He’ll be dead when it happens, having done it slowly, painfully and deserving.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Everyone looks at me. I’m all for finding fun in dark places but not tonight. When they all stop and look at me, I take in a deep breath, then exhale. There is no getting away from this.
“You all saw my son tonight. I’m not going to talk about him, who his mom is, or why I’ve hidden it from you. I did it for a reason and that is all you need to know.”
“Why would he go after him?” Rebel lights a cigarette and blows the smoke up in the air. We can still hear the dickless idiot wailing. It’s irritating as hell.
“I’m not sure he did. Taylor told me she thought Jesse’s prescription had been messed with.” I briefly explain his diagnosis and what happened with his medicine. “But he knows about him now.”
“We’ll protect him with our lives Prez. And Taylor,” Nashville says and the others all agree.
“He got away tonight because of the fucking coward he is, hiding away while he sent these men into my house. He might be a chicken shit prick but he isn’t stupid. He’ll know we grabbed one of his men, and he knows they’re not loyal and will give him up without a second thought,” I glance at Fury. “Or having his dick blown off.”
Nashville grabs his crotch and winces.
“What are you saying?” Rebel steps closer.
Despite what I did in that barn, the rage that tore through me, I see this for what it is. He’s slipped through my fingers. The anger, the brutality, that was all for the man who was in my house, who went after my son, my friend… And her. I know they’re not going to like hearing this but we’ll only end up chasing our tails if we go looking for him now.
“I’m saying,” I face my VP. “Chances are he’s gone. We’re not going to find him at that address. I don’t think we’re going to find him any time soon. He’s lost, every time he’s come at us, he’s lost. But he’s a fucking cockroach,” I spit out. “We will never stop looking for him.”
“You don’t want to go check itout?” Fury asks.
“We’ll check it out, but I’m a hundred percent sure he’s gone. And he won’t stick his neck back out until he thinks he can take us on again.”
“What changed?” Rebel asks me. “From that,” he points to the barn, which has gone quiet now. “To this.”
“Logic. Let’s say I’m thinking straighter now that I’m out in the clear air.” As if to contradict my words a pig snorts. “I fucking hate it here.”
Some of them laugh but Rebel looks irritated, he knows there is more to it than what I’m saying.
“I’ll go," Rebel says. "Razer, Beast you’re with me, call Ronin to meet us there with Webber and Holdem.”
Rebel raises a brow to me, because even though he’s my VP and I rarely have a problem with his plans, he still defers to me. I nod. He has to do this, even though my gut is telling me not to waste time.
The three of them head to their bikes. After the sound of the engines dies down, there is another groan from the barn.
“That cockroach analogy applies to everyone around him,” Nashville laughs.
“Someone go fucking end him,” I sigh.
Fury happily goes back. We don’t hear any gunshots and when he comes back, he is wiping blood off a knife, which he puts into the leather roll he carries and tucks in his back pocket.
“If he’s gone,” Blaze says, stroking a hand through his beard. “What are we going to do?”
“We hunt him.” They look around at each other, then back to me. “Whatever way we can. No matter how long it takes. This isn’t over. We need to be ready for however he comes back at us.”
