His gut was telling him he needed to get inside, and he needed to do so fast.Picking up the pace, he crouched down near the main door and looked inside, but the glass was too dirty.This house was too old.He had to get inside.
There were no sounds, no clues as to how many people they were going to encounter.He took the chance, getting to his feet and kicking the door open, holding out his weapon.
The stench inside the house was disgusting.There was no one clear smell, just reeking of death.It was then he realized he may have to be the one to tell Raven her husband was dead.He hadn’t realized he might have to do that.
Anger consumed him, filled him with rage that he hadn’t figured Carlos wouldn’t just abandon his wife, even with their stupid bet being known.
Big Dick looked around at the decaying house.Everything was covered in thick layers of mud.Cobwebs were everywhere, and floorboards were missing.The cold was starting to seep into the house.
As he entered the kitchen, he looked around and he just knew.The Twisted Bastards MC were sick fucks.They would put Carlos in the basement.He opened the door, pulled out his cell phone, lighting up the flashlight, and straight down the stairs he saw Carlos chained up, his face bruised, and he also saw a couple of rats.
“Carlos, man, it’s me,” Big Dick said.“I’m going to fire, get them rats away.”He fired with no aim at Carlos, and the noise scared the rats, and they scuttled away.
Carlos moaned.Big Dick shined the flashlight on the man’s face, and saw the Twisted Bastards MC had done a number on him.
“Hey,” Carlos said.
And he didn’t need to look in the man’s mouth to know he’d been given some dental treatment.There was also dried blood on his face.
“I’ve got you.”
“They’re not coming back,” Carlos said.“They left me here to die.I didn’t give them shit.”
“Holy shit,” Brick said.
Kinky joined the sentiment.
“I look like shit, don’t I?”Carlos asked.
“You’ll be all right.”
They would fix Carlos, but Twisted Bastards MC’s days were fucking numbered.
Chapter Eleven
Abroken jaw.
